A win, but watching this Arsenal side is so painful
30 April 2007 | 62 Comments »Arsenal 3 Fulham 1
From Goodplaya at the Emirates stadium
NINETY-NINE per cent of the time it is the points rather than the performance that matter.
Yesterday was different. Yesterday a scrappy win where we played badly was of no value. What we wanted were signs of progress, hope for next season. And there were good things:
1) We scored an early goal.
2) We played well in the first half.
3) We created a host of clear cut chances despite the absence of numerous players.
4) At 1-1 we had the character to pick ourselves up and win the game.
Sadly, there was badness too. You probably think I’m about to bemoan all the missed chances. Certainly, they are highly annoying. But on the not unreasonable assumption that next year instead of dropping at the feet of Julio Baptista, they will be presented to Thierry Henry or Robin Van Persie or anyone else in the whole world for that matter, things should get better.
No, what really pains me, what really, really, really annoys me, what left me so distraught and so furious that I could barely muster any enthusiasm for our second and third goals, was our bloody defending.
The fact we had not played well in the second half mattered not. That happens to lots of teams. But they hold on, muddle their way through and grind out the 1-0 win.
But not us. Oh no. We are absolutely bloody incapable of going a single game without conceding. It’s not even as if we’re under the kosh for ten minutes and finally crack. Instead, in an instant we concede. Of course, it’s always a great finish. But how often does Petr Cech get beaten by these great finishes? Not very often.
And this is an enormous worry, even more worrying than our profligacy in front of goal. Look at these stats: We have conceded in 25 of our 36 league games. In all but one of those games, we have conceded either the opening goal or an equaliser. In short, they are crucial goals, not irrelevant consolations.
Forget our failures in front of goal: No team can possibly challenge for the title conceding crucial goals in 24 matches. What the hell was Jens thinking? Whatever it was the outcome was so utterly predictable and completely depressing.
Performance wise, there was a half second of disbelief when Baptista headed in Adebayor’s cross after just four minutes. Don’t believe me? Have a look at the front of the Guardian sports section. Baptista can be seen wheeling away after scoring, but in the background the crowd are not jumping up and down. A few people have their arms up, but the rest just seem to be looking quizically, wondering whether that had just happened.
And why not? Not only had we got ourselves an early goal, not only had we taken the lead, not only had Baptista scored but he had also taken it rather well. It was just the kind of moment you thought would do his confidence the world of good.
Did it fuck. A minute later he spooned a chance that though it flew only a couple of foot wide of the near post, was actually a million miles off where it should have been because he should have gone across goal. He stuffed up a couple of others too and generally made the very easy look remarkably difficult.
Midway through the second half Baptista was replaced. Which was some achievement given we were 1-0 up and there was no attacking option on the bench to replace him. Yes, he was that bad.
Sadly the introduction of Denilson screwed up our shape, with Diaby looking lost up front, Cesc looking lost in right midfield and Hleb looking lost in left midfield. With Henry, RVP, Rosicky, Walcott, Ljungberg and presumably Aliadiere all injured, you can have some sympathy with Arsene on this I suppose.
A word for Adebayor, who in a season where injuries to our forward line have been so frequent that Jeremie bloody Aliadiere’s fitness has counted as ‘good’, the man from Togo has kept going, plundered away, done fuck loads of donkey work and scored some crucial goals. And all in his first full season. Well done sir.
But the main, most important point is that our defence is an utter shambles. And it’s really depressing to watch.

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