I don't mind if I die tied up.
Apr. 18th, 2011 04:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
levitySo 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:
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.
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.
