Date: 22nd April 2007 at 2:11pm
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There has been much public lobbying of late to make St. George’s Day a recognised public holiday (I’m no patriot, but another day off work can’t be bad), but tomorrow will see the day of England’s patron saint overshadowed by the Gooners’ holiday of choice. Despite Tottenham’s undeserved last minute equaliser, a point was enough to ensure Tottenham’s premature boasting must be shelved for a further year, while defeats for Bolton and Everton all but ensured Champions’ League qualification. You have to feel for the Spuds. In 03/04 they watched us celebrate a record breaking league victory on their ground, in 04/05, exactly one year to the day that we won the league at White Hart Lane (TM), they had the chance to dethrone us as champions by preventing us from winning at Highbury- they didn’t. Then last year, we laughed ourselves in to raptures as irritable bowels moved to the beat of failure, as Spurs were ‘dumped’ out of the Champions’ League places at Upton Park, ‘crowning’ the Final Salute. ‘I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles’ was heard to ‘ring’ around Highbury in appreciative tribute. A lifetime supply of Andrex couldn’t ‘wipe’ the smile off my face that day.

Toilet humour aside, this is the one fixture I honestly detest going to. I have gone into the amount of intimidation Arsenal fans experience at the Lane at length before, but needless to say, it is difficult for me to believe that Spurs fans entirely blameless for the trouble in Seville of late. Stepping off the train from Tottenham Hale to Northumberland Park, every step is painstakingly contrived so as to appear at ease with your surroundings. Which is difficult, because my knuckles don’t even come close to the ground, and it was difficult for me to conceal my distaste for luminary drinking establishments such as ‘The Park’, which, from the outside, looks to be the biggest dump in London. Carefully entering the South Stand Upper Tier, in the manner I would imagine Boy George to enter a KKK rally, all the talk was on the boardroom strife of the week past. All I will say on the matter here is that a takeover is going to happen, it is inevitable, I just want it all over as quickly as possible so that the manager can go into the summer with his future plans clear in his head and so that we can get on with the business of finding/shifting players. If Wenger’s future is still unclear in the summer, the board will be reluctant to furnish him with funds for a player when le boss may leave next summer. Though I will add that the press has been typically moronic in their treatment of the whole affair. Wenger is a man of honour and will certainly see out his contract, there was always going to be speculation about his future thereafter anyway. But the assumption he will up sticks and leave immediately are so infuriatingly stupid, it just troubles me that people actually earn a living churning out this shit. Honestly, if your mate at work left tomorrow, would you follow him/her out the door?

Anyways, we all knew what was coming. Spurs’ tactics against us at WHL are always monotoniously repetitive. They always come charging at us with gusto in the first half, only to knacker themselves out. They did the same yesterday and shot their bolt far too quickly. A long ball in the first minute caught Gallas back peddling, he arked his neck to head it away but could only nudge it into the path of Berbatov, who lobbed Lehmann but shot wide. After a frantic first five minutes, Tottenham had again run out of steam and Gunners’ fans thought they had taken the lead on 17 minutes, Ljungberg flicked into the path of Adebayor, who smashed past fat boy, only for the linesman’s erect flag to dash hopes. I will confess that I did not see the flag for a second or two and leapt up, only to return swiftly to my seat feeling not a little bit of a dick. An unfit Ljungberg departed for Cesc Fabregas and the game changed for Arsenal at that point. Diaby pushed forward to brilliant effect, Rosicky’s early industry had a creative soundboard as Cesc pulled the strings. But Tottenham took the lead on the half hour mark, Jenas (who was serenaded with ‘Ashley’s boyfriend’ by the away crowd) swung in a corner, which was headed on by Dawson and, with Lehmann having shoved Clichy away from his man, Robbie Keane was left to nod in from close range. It was the sixth time in eight visits Tottenham had drawn first blood against us at the Lane.

Arsenal fans have seen all this before and continued with defiant chants of ’61 Never Again.’ On the stroke of half time Arsenal should have had an equaliser, a brilliantly patient buod up saw Fabregas play Eboue in down the right and his low shot struck the post, the rebound arrowed out to Adebayor, but Dawson hounded him sufficiently into shanking the ball over the bar. It was to foreshadow the pattern of the second half as the Gunners’ assumed control. Arsenal unusually seemed to offer a threat from set pieces, Toure rising to meet a Fabregas corner only to see it cannon off the post. Lady luck was to further flash her knickers in the form of rattled woodwork when Adebayor climbed brilliantly to head Hleb’s searching cross over ‘slim’ Robinson and onto the crossbar. Jol replaced the utterly anonymous Lennon, as the quiet tension of the Spurs support manifested itself onto the pitch. It has been a theme of Tottenham’s season to assume the lad against big teams, only to retreat into their shell and become overwhelmed. Zokora tugged back the excellent Rosicky (though from my angle Tommy Gun did make a meal of it), and Toure met Fabregas’ resultant free kick on the back post for a close range tap in. Smelling blood, Toure was not in contemplative mood, he sprinted straight back into our half ready for the kick off.

‘Shit ground no history’ rang around the away section as the travelling Gooners sensed victory. A rapturous rendition of ‘we laughed ourselves to bits….’ followed by a delightfully mocking, ‘it’s so quiet at the Lane’ was met with no response from the hushed home ranks. Arsenal got their deserved lead with twelve minutes remanining, Eboue was felled by Rocha and another Fabregas set piece was met by an African predator, this time Adebayor showing huge desire to head the ball over Robinson, as the ball seemed to take an eternity to drop in. Gooner limbs went flying in every which direction as Adebayor reciprocated our joy with a maniacal thumping of the chest. Tottenham looked to have well and truly given the game up. Adebayor leapt to head the ball past Rocha, jinked to the byline and chipped into the box only for Baptista tostreetch every sinew in his neck to head wide. With White Hart Lane rapidly emptying, Spurs grabbed an undeserved and unexpected equaliser. Berbatov and Keabe had faded into obscurity in the second hlaf, with Arsenal’s full backs taking control of them in wide positions, Zokora had no answer to the delightful Fabregas and Lennon/Tainio could only look in in awe at the imperial Rosicky, let’s hope his injury is not serious. It has been a staple of Rosicky’s season that as soon as he builds up some astonishing form, he is felled by injury. But just as ‘You’ll never beat the Arsenal’ rang around the South Stand, Jenas played a one two with Malbranque and with Fabregas not tracking, Jenas fired a low shot past the reach of Jens Lehmann. ‘2-1 and you ****** it up’ came the taunts from the few stragglers. If drawing away from home, ensuring that your nearest neighbours cannot finish above you, and concurrently qualifying for the Champions’ Lague is qualified as ******* it up, then that shows that the Souds really are small potatoes. The alst time they scored a last minute equaliser against us at the Lane it was of absolutely no consequence either. Oh well.

The gauntlet, as I colourfully refer to it, came shortly after. All the idiots who had left early to throw bottles at the travelling contingent had missed their side’s equaliser, never mind eh? Once again, the local police inflamed an already delicate situation. I am beginning to wonder if the police do this on purpose at this fixture, because the policing arrangements could have been manufactured by the Yid Army. Every year, the police do something different in their attempts to quell the hundreds of mindless pondlife that line the streets of Park Lane, so those of us sensible enough to make contingency plans are continuously stumped. In their infinite wisdom the police decided to hold us in- outside the stadium on Park Lane- penned into the cauldron of hate, just so the brainless morons had adequate time to identify incognito Gooners. Once said yobs had sufficient time to absorb our features, the police funnelled us all into a narrow pathway they had created- shoulder to shoulder with the ranks of Spurs fans, with only a line of coppers seaprating us from their assorted debris and spittle. So those of us who like to stick close to the wall and slip around the corner up the High Road towards Paxton Road were put in danger by the very people appointed with our protection. Our slip around the corner became a long drawn out stroll. The Spurs fans waiting on the corner between the High Road and Park Lane had ample time and distance to identify the Gooners’ breaking away from the away turnstiles and our cover was completely blown. Fortunately, nobody from my party was hurt, but with the police wantonly identifying our allegiance for the baying hoards, it was a minor miracle. Beery breath met my face as cries of ‘f*****g Gooner scum’ were exacted at us inches from our faces. In fact one erudite gentleman, concern clearly etched onto his features, politely enquired, ‘where’s your red top then you f*****g Gooner scum?’ before attempting to share the contents of his mouth with my jacket. Delightfully, he missed. Walking up towards Northumberland Park station, another pissed up idiot (are there any Tottenham fans out there who can express themselves without spitting?) broke away from his party to share his views on the game with us. ‘We’re shit, we got lucky, we always do this’ blah, blah, blah etc. It was always my suspicion that he was feeling us out, seeing four males walking away from the ground in plain clothing appeared to arouse his suspicions and I think he wanted to see if we would give the game away. He muttered his slurred goodbye as he walked into a pub adjacent to the Bellington Estate. Thankfully, he didn’t re emerge with any of his special friends. The closure of the Victoria Line at Tottneham Hale kept us in the cauldron slightly longer before being able to bretahe comfortably, I dread to think what troubles that closure created at Seven Sister’s tube station, frankly, I’m not sure I want to know. Happy St. Totteringham’s Day. LD.

Match Ratings; Lehmann-5, Eboue-7, Toure-7, Gallas-7, Clichy-8, Hleb-6, Gilberto-7, Diaby-8, Rosicky-8, Ljungberg-5, Adebayor-7.
Subs; Fabregas-8, Baptista-6, Senderos-10


 

67 Replies to “It Comes But Once A Year”

  • Sounds to me like “Are you tottenham in disguise?” should have been the cries to the poilce from the travelling Gooners. Glad your party suffered no casulties this time round.

  • good one as always… and 10 for senderos got me rolling on the floor.. is he being prepared for a midfield role next year?.. but i do think substituting hleb for senderos at the end as a mistake as the ref allowed 5 mins extra time.. but bring on next season

  • Of course 10 for Senderos, he literally did not put a foot wrong the whole time he was on the ptch 🙂

  • Right that is a complete load of bo**ocks. You lot were leaving in the 80th minute and were half empty come the final whislte. I never heard a single note out of any of you except your brief excitement of Adebayor ‘scoring’ until and then you shut up. The only time I heard anything out of your corner was when you went 2-1 up. When the final whislt went you ran out of the ground like kids to Wenger with his packet of sweets and didnt hear a note out of you on the way down to the Seven Sisters…. Sh*t support, but a decent ‘footballing’ team is my honest opinion of you lot.

  • I knew an equaliser was on its way the moment i saw senderos on the touchline. what game was it last time he came on late and we let one in? im sure hes cursed.

  • Matt, sorry mate, that’s bull*****. We were mocking your support all afternoon, you don’t chant “1-0 and you still don’t sing” for no reason. Secondly, using the thuggery of your own ‘fans’ as an act of one upmanship is completely out of order. Were you throwing bottles anonymously into our supporters as well? what a brave “man” you are, hiding behind others hooliganism. If you understood for one second what it’s like to face that kind of indiscriminate violence you would have done the same. I am secure enought in myself to admit that I left hastily at the final whistle, I value my own safety and that of my friends far more than I value any false illusions of ‘manhood’ that your supporters seem to hold. The fact is, any Arsenal fan piping up on the way down the Seven Sisters has a 0% chance of getting home without serious and sever injury. I just cannot believe that you are so frustrated by your inferiority to us on the pitch that you feel you have to use the violent tendencies of your ‘fans’ to try and get one over on someone through the anonimity of a football blog. Does this one sound familiar? “***** ground, no history.”

  • Arsenal fans made more noise that the spuds fans did. The only time you sand was before kick off and just after you scored. You can have a pop at us all you like, but deep down, you know, I know, all the other supporters of Arsenal know, you and your spuddy mates are desperate, desperate for any tiny small piece of success. YOU LOT ARE SO SAD, should be called Tottenham Sadspurs

  • Watch the Jenas goal Mattcantsee and you will notice scores of empty seats in the home end, ur support is f*@king s*@t. When we beat Liverpool 6-3 the whole kop were still supporting their team. Just because you sing vile songs about child abuse doesnt mean ur great fans just means ur mindless sickos who find that kinda s*@t funny. When it comes to the crunch we had too much for you and you got lucky, Fabregas was masterful and the true man of the match. I see Berbatov was very frustrated after the game at having to put up with the s*@tty service from Lennon, Jenas, Zakora and Tainio the vultures are hovering over ur best player go beg him to stay.

  • Did you see Jol celebrating as if he had won a trophy and some sp*rs fans were so happy they invaded the pitch! Is that what it means to draw with The Arsenal?! A draw at home! I guess its like giving a heroin addict methadone its gives them the same high but it aint the real thing!

  • He did play but I think his mind was in Manchester! The Carrick situation is killing sp*rs, he is showing that if you leave them you can play at the very top and challenge for real honours not the UEFA cup! Just like Sol Campbell before him.

  • That draw almost cements our place in the Champions league next season (barring us losing all 3 games and the others winning each game 4-0). Sp*rs fans should be reminded that they have dropped out of the Uefa cup qualification spot. See, it’s not all bad!

  • i pity senderos.. his confidence should be boosted.. the lad was excellent last season… all he needs is a good performance…perhaps against fulham?

  • Good point McGooner. I would like to see Almunia and Senderos get a few games before the end of the season.

  • lol! iceman! bless ’em they dont get much chance to celebrate, fair play to LD and the away support aswell, you were awesome yesterday!

  • haha iceman you are too correct. first sol and then carrick. which spud do you think will leave for the “attraction of champions league football” this year haha

  • The ratings were mostly spot on, yes including senderos too :). I thought Hleb had a very good game, maybe a 7 or 8 for him. Diaby looked much better in the 2nd half after cesc came on. But overall, good game, and Im ok with the point. LD – good to know you guys came away safe.

  • You lot talk ****. I’m not denying a couple of thousand had left, but look at ANY home game you have and by the 80th minute the ground is half full and you all know it!! When the club PLEA’S with you to stay as they did a couple of months ago until the end you know that is crap supporters. LITTLE DUTCH – When did I bring up the throwing of bottles, I just said your supporters only turned up when you went 2-1 up, even a bloke I am sat in the office with now who is a GOON said that we sung and thats all he could hear on the tv and that both the free kicks resulting in golas were diodgy free kicks and should never of been so please mate talk some sense and support your team properly…sing when you losing, when you drawing and when your winning. Then the atmosphere at a North London derby might be that bit more exciting……Thank you!

  • I’m not interested in what people thought they heard on TV, I am talking about what I experienced in the South Stand, the fact is I couldn’t hear you lot at all. We were singing, “it’s so quiet at the Lane” at 1-1 because we couldn’t hear a peep. Both free kicks were correct awards, though Rosicky made a meal of it. “Support you team when you’re losing”, well I haven’t missed a game in more than five years and we’ve lost plenty in that time, so that criticism is a desperate shot, particularly given our raucuous support at Anfield in the face of a thrashing. As for our fans leaving hastily at the final whistle and not singing on the Seven Sister’s Raod, may I suggest next year you come to the corner between Park Lane and the High Road and have a gander as to why we don’t sing on the Seven Sister’s Road, probably because, in general, people don’t really like being kicked in the head. I got spat at just for walking away from the general direction of the away fans, I saw a 15 year old girl get hit by a bottle back in 01. If I were you, I would be ashamed of that type of support. And you lot have the cheek to cry foul at the Spanish police.

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