I wondered if maybe the booing was a good thing
FROM GOODPLAYA AT THE EMIRATES
I LEFT the Emirates yesterday thinking one of four scenarios must have occurred:
a) We simply don’t try hard enough.
b) Our physical conditioning is abysmal.
c) Fulham are world beaters.
d) A combination of the above.
The latter seemed the most probable.
I readily accept it is only human nature to rouse oneself for our biggest challenges and to sometimes struggle to overcome life’s more mundane hurdles. To perform at 100%, 100% of the time is not human - it’s robotic.
But that said, I still can’t reconcile the yawning chasm between what we saw on Tuesday night and what we witnessed at the Emirates this weekend, last weekend and seemingly every other weekend.
How readily we reverted back to type - jockeying instead of tackling, stopping instead of going and hesitating rather than chancing.
At times late on Fulham, yes Fulham, made us look embarrassingly ordinary. Knackered after Roma? How on earth these precious souls will handle a trip to the Midlands with just a two day break, I don’t know. Had we played above ourselves on Tuesday one could more easily accept this dross.
But Roma was just a reflection of what we are very capable of delivering.
Instead, game after game, we are playing below ourselves.
So as we slip inexorably towards a diet of (if we’re lucky), the Europa League and the knock-on listless Sunday afternoon Premiership duals, for the first time a part of me pondered if the boos that rang out at the final whistle might actually not all be a bad thing.
Could they finally lift the team from this terrible slumber? Could they shake these guys to the core, strip them of some of their ego and cliched as it sounds, take us back to basics?
After all, it’s not as if management or players seem to have any ideas.
And make no mistake, it is now a dreadful run we’re on: points wise our last five games have been WORSE than winning two and losing three, our last 11 games have been WORSE than winning six and losing five. Some undefeated run.
But the answer, as I discovered over the course of one of those rare Saturday nights where Arsenal DID impinge on my overall mood, was no, booing is not the answer. For a start, as this Online Gooner piece suggests, my hunch is that those who boo are of impure hearts themselves.
If they sung with gusto from 2.55pm to the final whistle and then vented their frustrations, fine. But the suspicion remains that the booing is the loudest they have got all day.
I also realised that equally, as Gunnerblogger alludes to, that something else is at play. We may well be lazy, but it’s got to the stage where we have developed a perfectly understandable nervousness too, particularly in front of goal.
And it is a nervousness that booing will only make ten times worse.
So while I’d love to grab each of them by the neck and shake them some urgency into them, booing is clearly not the way.
Against Fulham, we were frigid in front of goal. Everything felt so forced, so unnatural.
Of course, there were chances. But whereas RVP was previously sticking them away, his radar is now off. Where would we be without his goals, people asked after Everton. Now they know.
The chances came and went, but rarely were they part of a sustained, coherent passage of play. Instead they formed small spells where we spluttered into life.
We were at our best at 4-5-1 with Nasri flitting around, joining things up and oiling what was otherwise a slightly clunky machine. Arshavin was more peripheral, though his contributions were often telling and it was only poor RVP finishing that denied the Russian two assists.
Fulham were enterprising right from the off and had (mostly half) chances which to my mind came about largely through decent attacking play rather than poor defensive organisation. It was in the middle of the park where we struggled. Denilson was OK initially, but you can often tell so much from Diaby’s first contribution. It was poor and things got little better.
Removing Vela for Bendtner felt right, but it did us little favours. Arshavin faded and Nasri, who at least played with some bottle, looked isolated on the right wing. Despite a comedic winning of a free-kick with his first touch, Eboue was very good when sent on as a more attacking version of Sagna.
But ultimately you simply can’t argue we had a never say die spirit.
Rarely, if ever, were we left wondering how a player had managed to win a ball. At the other end Andy Johnson worked tirelessly for the Cottagers - take note Bendtner.
I’m in the States for a wedding for the Burnley and Blackburn games and right now it feels like if I had to miss anything, us trying to score at home in the league for the first time in ages against Allardyce of all people does not feel like a bad moment to be absent.
Before then, it is West Brom, where you sense things will either get very bad or else we will enjoy a bit more freedom away from the Emirates crowd.
And that’s yer lot - thanks for reading, it’s been a long one. It’s moments like this that remind me why I write this blog - a privileged opportunity to have loads of people share my ecstasy and agony.
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1 - Almunia, 7
3 - Sagna, 6.5
22 - Clichy, 6
5 - Toure, 7
10 - Gallas, 7
2 - Diaby, 5.5
15 - Denilson, 6
12 - Vela, 6.5
8 - Nasri, 7
11 - van Persie, 6
26 - Bendtner [Sub], 6.5
27 - Eboué [Sub], 7
23 - Arshavin, 7


17 - Song [Sub], 7
16 - Ramsey [Sub], 7
21 - Fabianski, 7
40 - Gibbs;, 8
9 - Eduardo, 10
28 - Bischoff; [Sub], 6.5


25 - Adebayor, 6