We didn’t lose the game; we just ran out of time.
What a season. What a league. What a Sunday afternoon.
I have had to allow myself a couple of days to fully calm down and resume normal breathing patterns whilst collecting my thoughts following last Sunday’s electrifying display of epic madness that we like to call ‘footie’. I wanted to really think about the season and how it has played out with its twists and turns and highs and lows before I put the following three words down in writing for all to see.
Best. Season. Ever.
It has just been utterly immense from start to finish. From every angle there has been anguish and jubilation, there were surprises and controversy and of course there was Thierry Henry. I’ve picked out a few of my personal season highlights.
-> For only the second time ever in the history of the Premier League all three promoted teams have stayed up.
-> The return of the golden oldies. Thierry Henry reignited the fire at the Emirates and, I believe, a massive catalyst in Arsenal’s sudden epic turnaround and was the reason for many of the players rediscovering confidence and form. This doesn’t include Ramsey of course. And how about a little shout out for Mr Paul Scholes? He has always been great but his comeback was at another intensity.
-> Controversies. Tevez refusing to warm up against Bayern Munich sent football fans into Facebook status updating frenzies, ‘politely’ expressing their considered opinions. There were the race rows surrounding Suarez and Terry. Now, being the bright and breezy optimist that I am, I can rustle up one small thank you to John Terry and his foul mouth. Thank you for getting rid of Capello. Now we have Roy! Who has decided to take Downing to the Euros… Great.
-> Of course there was the heroic Arsenal comeback midway through the season. I have to say ‘midway through the season’ as it sort of fizzled out with about 6 games to go. When third seemed solid Arsenal decided to ‘chillax’ somewhat and try and shake up the regular beating hearts of Arsenal fans and get them jumping. And that they did. We let our Champions League hopes and dreams be decided by our biggest footballing North London rivals, Tottenham. Thank you Aston Villa!
-> Sunday May 13th. What a day.
If this is what being a football fan is all about then sign me up for life. I don’t think I have ever experienced so much dread, elation, hope and distress solidly for 90 minutes every single week. It has been exhausting and worth every new wrinkle on my face and palpitation in my heart. I need the summer to recover.
I can’t brush over the fact that there is a complete and utter buffoon in this wonderful footballing world. Joey Barton. In my opinion, he lost Manchester United the League. Through his elbowing, kneeing and headbutting ways, he pretty much handed City all of their 5 minutes of added time which they used to take the win. Had it not been for that senseless, bumbling, baboon I wouldn’t have had to witness Nasri lifting silverware. However, in his defence, without that 94th minute goal, Sunday would not have been quite as exhilarating as it turned out to be. But he’s still a tw@t.
Now if we could all dig deep this summer into our pockets, our wallets and our savings. If we could all gather up as much hard cash as we can stretch our hands to. If we can then place this cash into a gold encrusted duffel bag, I will take it to Van Persie’s home with a note that simply reads “Please!”
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by Georgia Kessler
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