It has often been said that the most inspired blog posts come from pain or anger. Well, this one is truly inspired and it comes from blinding rage. Now, my anger is in two parts; the first is directed at Arsené Wenger and Arsenal FC and the second part is directed at myself for clinging back to Arsenal after glimpsing a trophy, the first in 9 painful years. It is a pity it had to take me a defeat at the hands of our, sorry, their eternal foes to see the picture clearly but thankfully, the scales have finally dropped from my eyes and can see clearly. The constant humiliation against Manchester United has seemed everlasting for many years past and this one was proving to be no different.
The Shores of Africa.
7th April, 2014.
The Board of Directors,
And unfortunate Arsenal Fans.
LETTER OF DENOUNCEMENT AND RESIGNATION
First of all, let me clarify the beginning; the ‘Dear Arsenal’ was just a term of formality. That term of endearment has already been scraped out of my mind as you do not honestly expect me to remain an Arsenal fan after this letter. This letter did not come from pain; No, it came from self-realization and boredom as I have already denounced you in my mind weeks ago. I feel it is pertinent that I clarify my football support stance to the general public. “Houston, we have a report: I am no longer an Arsenal fan, I repeat, I am no longer an Arsenal fan.”
When Bayern finally settled and planted a firm hold on the game, their passes were connecting and the attack was becoming powerful with each passing minute so it was no surprise when they got their own penalty, courtesy of a reckless tackle by Szczesny on Robben which earned him a red card and the sacrifice of the ever-present Santi Cazorla. I immediately saw this as a sign of things to come and I knew this was the beginning of our fall. On came, David Alaba to take the penalty kick and it was with unbridled joy that I celebrated the penalty miss; he hit it off the frame of the goal and brought joy to the faces of already tensed Arsenal fans. The rest of the first half went pretty much the way of Bayern Munich, with them creating chances and coming really close to goal. At the end of the first half, the future looked bleak for Arsenal.
I decided I was not going to write any more football posts for a while, seeing as I experienced so much anger when writing the last one but oh well, the circumstances have lead me into my present predicament. Now, I’m not so much of a football freak; I know the game, I enjoy the game, I enjoy its intricacies and the marvel that unfolds before your eyes when beautiful soccer is played but why go any further than this when the team you support does not live up to your expectation. Why stake your money and honour on the line when you are not certain that the team you love so much would perform as they are supposed? My passion is waning and my love is fading, I’m held on by a bunch of measly ties and they are breaking with every heartbreak the team deals to my heart. Oh Arsenal, what is wrong with you??!!!
Passion and drive are two essential things in the life of a human being. When you are passionate about something, you give your heart to that thing. It gives you joy when things are working well with it; you suffer sorrow anytime things go wrong with it. A good example are sports fanatics or simply, sport fans; these are people who support a particular sport and would do anything for that sport. Passionate about the sport, they would risk even their school admission to go and see an important game. A good example of sport fans are football fans, people who are ready to give up anything for the round leather game, people who think of football matches as blood and bone. Football fans all over the world would drop their differences just for the 90 minutes which the game would last for. New bonds are formed, alliances are made, the friend of my team is friend, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Football is a uniting sport, bringing unknown people together and spreading the good news of team spirit among people. Every fan has a team they support, a team which they would always love to see win, a team that gives them joy with their style of play, and a team they love. For me, my team is ARSENAL FC.