I don't mind if I die tied up.

[levity]

So Sedric linked me to this small article, called What Your Soccer Club of Choice Says About You in London. It is just as exaggerated as the title makes it sound, which means that it is completely accurate.

The Arsenal part says:

The first to yell “Not fair, you cheated,” Arsenal is the beloved club of the North London media elite. They’re endlessly cosmopolitan, beautiful to watch, polylingual, and unable to win a trophy. The club team of the spoiled intelligentsia—even their manager has a degree in economics.

There's something he forgets to mention, but I'll forgive him for that because I'm not sure what to call it either. It's not exactly a martyr complex, and it's not exactly masochism, and it's too day-to-day (week-to-week?) to be proper Liverpool-style drama. The closest thing I can compare it to is the sort of emotional rollercoaster you only get in high school (I guess I'm more than qualified to talk about that), but it isn't, really, because it's more than just about you.

Losing a 4-0 lead to draw 4-4? We've done it. Scoring an equalizing own goal in the last 10 minutes of a game? Of course. Losing a final because your goalkeeper and your defender didn't understand each other? Check. Getting a striker sent off for being offside in a Champions League match against the best club side in Europe? Been there, done that. Conceding an equalizing penalty in the 101st minute, right after scoring your own penalty and not conceding a free kick? Yup. Still getting to play Champions League football every season? That's us.

So sometimes it's a high-speed car chase and sometimes it's burying your head under a pillow making small unintillegible noises because if you didn't you'd be yelling and the apartment complex's guard would tell you to keep it down, and sometimes it's fireworks, and even though we all say that we need to grow up and stop breaking down I'm not sure how much we mean it. We dominate possession and play in the opponent's half and don't score goals and have a defense that has a lot to learn, except when we don't, who knows why.

Well, hell, that's us too. I'm not sure about everyone else, but Arsenal makes me feel alive.

Let's do this, kids. Hope is Arsenal for the treble. Next season's treble.

Comments

LIVERPOOL-STYLE DRAMA SAY WHAT?

[steampunkninja.livejournal.com]

Football fans who write well have a way with words that makes one think that your team is the best. Maybe, maybe not. But the thing about my team is that it's not just about now and we have to constantly try to bring back the oh so glorious days that we never seem to replay. But still. 18 league titles, 5 European championships and ZERO Premier League titles gives motivation. If Arsenal makes you feel alive, Liverpool does that to me. Liverpool is not walking alone and Liverpool is hope (like you said, hope exists despite reason and I think we are just that and I love it).

Also, we could sing.

On another note, KAYA KO NANG TUGTUGIN ANG UMPISA NG INTRO NG THE SOUND OF SILENCE. I'M SO PROUD OF MYSELF.

kung may mas madrama sa inyo hindi ko lang alam

[wyvernstars.livejournal.com]

Come on. Lose every single away game, languish in the relegation zone, get administration scares, and then beat the league leaders? And then they stop being the league leaders, and you go on to beat the new league leaders? Who happen to be your nemeses, but whatever? We're a roller coaster, but you're a telenovela. Complete with corrupt corporate executives, kings returning from under the mountain, old guard and new blood, and all the betrayal. (Sorry. Couldn't not bring it up.) Sometimes I think Liverpool exists just to rise up from the ashes. Which means that you have to be ashes to begin with, but still. Walk on. Except you, Lucas.