Tuesday, 16 September 2014

Borussia Dortmund (Hoodie) 2 v 0 (Suit) Arsenal


Borussia Dortmund 2 v 0 Arsenal

First of all, there's no excuses and few positives to take from this game. That 2- 0 gap may as well be a million light-years in terms of the energetic, effective football gulf.

Wenger-boy or Klopp-ite? I guess I'm a Klopp-ite.

Before kick-off the news wasn't good, but foreseeable. If your squad is overloaded with attacking midfielders, they're all almost guaranteed to get through the season (and, probably, the next three seasons, as long as the surfeit persists) unscathed. Wherever the shortage is, if you let one develop, that's where the injury build-up will occur. We're light in the defence department, so that's where the treatment table is busiest with the EC broken footballer mountain.

Hector Belerin came in for Chambers, out with tonsillitis. There we are paying the price for what we didn't do in the summer:

Szczesny

Bellerin Mertesaker Koscielny Gibbs

Arteta

Sanchez Wilshire Ramsey Ozil

Welbeck

Jurgen Klopp seems impossible not to like, unless you have an aversion to the big, happy, loud, energetic blokes that cause havoc in trinket shops with narrow aisles. He's like one of those huge, affectionate dogs who knock tables over with their wagging tails. I was going to insert a load of pictures and comments contrasting the two managers, but there's no need for too many words. Klopp doesn't smile a lot, he laughs, proper and loud, incessantly, he was in a branded hoodie and tracksuit bottoms. Wenger's starting to look like the economics graduate he is. Wenger smiles rarely, and prefers the “got one over you, there” smirk. Klopp's blue-collar team made Wenger's white collar bunch look very second rate.










































































There's a good panel on Sky. Souness talks sense. Merse can be hilarious and is Arsenal through and through. Shame about old big-nose Hamman, but there you go.

The computer's on beside the screen I'm watching the game on, and some cock is tweeting on about the Sweaties' independence vote, just before kick off. That's why political debate's impossible. These are the sort of people you have to deal with.

The positives? Good goalkeeping. Gibbo played well. Wilshire was energetic and willing, and Welbeck got into decent positions and had some chances. Not much other than that. Bellerin did ok, Kos was ok too. Other than that there were a lot of stinkers, but stinkers brought about by a team looking to press hard, and high, and intelligently, and to keep that intensity up for the full ninety. Most technically gifted players like a little bit of space to show their skills in. Denied those millimetres they start to look very ordinary. Very ordinary indeed up against a big, strong, determined, organised, motivated and fit as anything team prepared to make life difficult for their opponents every inch of the way.

There were just the twenty two players out there, but it seemed as if we have about seven of them, and they had the other fifteen. I blame the nondescript blue kit, up against the highly visible bright yellow. Why weren't we in red and white anyway?

The goals came just before and just after half time, and there could've been many more, all going in at our end.

Hoodie 2

Suit 0

The economist has got some thinking to do.

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