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Chelsea 2 - 3 Arse - Premier League - 21st Sep 1997 Beaker's View
Well, what can you say? It was a great match and worth the price of the
entry fee. At times the game resembled a war with both sides totally
committed. My own opinion is that
a draw would have been a fair result but unfortunately we were treated
to moment of "Winterburn" magic, if such a word can ever be used in
conjunction with this man.
The match was played in conditions reminiscent of the Serengeti such
was the heat in the East Stand, you'll be able to spot anyone who was up
there yesterday as they will all be suffering 3rd degree burns!
We fielded the same side, Le Saux excepted, that played on Thursday,
which I thought was an interesting decision considering the effort
expended against the Slovakian side. Also an interesting decision given
the quality and strength of Arsenal's defence. I thought it would be a
certainty for Hughes to start and I thought the height and power of Flo
would also be of benefit. Perhaps Ruud was attempting to psyche Wenger
out! Whatever, hindsight tells us he got this match wrong all the way
through, starting with this decision and running all the way through the
match, including the decision to leave poor Paul Hughes alone to cope
with Overmars; there was a new dish on the menu in Ossies last night
"Roast P.Hughes a la Overmars". Hughes will wake up screaming seeing
the oncoming Overmars for many nights to come. I just hope his
confidence isn't too badly affected. Other calamitous management
decisions included the decision to try and win the game after we had
equalised for 2-2 by sending on a third striker. It was a brave
decision but backfired almost instantly with Le Boeuf STUPIDLY getting
himself sent off 2 minutes after we'd used or last sub. At that moment
we all knew the writing was on the wall.
On the subject of Le Boeuf, a German colleague who was a neutral at the
game was amazed to hear Le Boeuf applauded from the field "even though
he just cost you the game!". He's got a point really, I mean this was
the crucial moment in the game and it was lost in his moment of
madness. Sometimes I wish Frank would think, and I also believe (Zola
excepted) that we should not hire any more players who have the first
name Frank ;-) as they are prone to rushes of blood to the head.
The game itself was so intense it's difficult to recall that many clear
cut chances outside of the goals. The opener came from Poyet, ably
assisted by Doobs who must have known I had the Uruguayan in my fantasy
team as he should have scored himself, heading the ball across the goal
for and easy finnish. The equalizer followed very swiftly afterward,
you just knew we wouldn't be able to hang on to the lead, courtesy of a
suspected handball and a debatable offside decision, Dennis Bergkamp
notching easily.
Half time was spent angrily discussing the shortcomings of the officials
and practising our sign language skills with the help of the Arsenal
fans sitting directly below us. What a lovely bunch they are! They
regaled us in the second half with their huge song repotoire that ran to
such demanding lyrics and "one team in london" "Ni Gel Win ter Burn"
and "Your not very good". Obviously criteria for supporting Arsenal do
not stretch any further than knowing the answer to the question "What's
your name?"
The second half saw the Dennis Bergkamp show get firmly on the road,
resulting in sweeping changes, the first having already taken place at
half time with Mark Nichols chucked in the deep end replacing the (IMO)
ineffective Petrescu. Next to make way was Vialli, replaced by Hughes,
which was swiftly followed by some chaotic defending mainly thanks to Le
Boeuf that presented the ball to the un-marked Dennis Bergkamp (unmarked
because 3 chelsea players were fighting to present the ball to him on a
plate) who scored easily. At this point there was quite a bit more, not
so good natured banter between ourselves and the away fans beneath us,
culminating in my highlight of the afternoon; With verbals and visuals
still in full swing with those below us, Hughes was played through
completely on his own, hostilities between us and the Arse fans
momentarily suspended as Hughes crossed perfectly for Zola to finish,
rather unconvincingly. Well at this point I rather lost control of
myself and spent the next 2 minutes screaming all sorts at our
tormentors beneath us. Happy days were here again, but not for long.
I can see what Ruud was thinking, the game was there to be won and we
were the home side, Bobby D had not been in the game and the extra
striker might have made all the difference, but now we'll never know.
Beefy's moment of madness lost the game and we were left to wait till the
88th minute for their Cart horse to administer the killer blow, ably
assisted by the ref who probably thought that he hadn't done enough to
help Arsenal. We were defending very deep and the ball was played
across to Winterburn, Wise was running to cover, and looked like making
it, when he was tripped by the ref, providing the extra time necessary
to steady himself and hit an unstoppable shot past "Land" De Goey.
At this point we have to be fair to Arsenal and admit that Bergkamp is a
genius and given his ability to stay fit, might lead the Gunners to a
title this year especially with Wright to partner him.
So to the ratings:
Overall; 7, I though we were unlucky though contrived to make life very
difficult for ourselves thanks to Frank Le Boeuf.
"A great game, marred only by a bad result, Brian" (Priesty's view)
Nigel Winterburn. Nigel Winterburn. Nigel Winterburn. Gaaaaaaah. I don't, to paraphrase Victor Meldrew, believe it. If that third Arse goal had been scored by, say, Bob Di Matteo, I'd have surfed over the top of the Shed Upper with sheer ecstasy. As it was, I had to look down at my feet for 30 or so seconds, to avoid seeing the gooner scum capering around the East Stand for all they were worth (not much)
How, you may be asking, (I am) did it happen ? We had dealt with virtually everything the afternoon could throw at us, even scoring first, and then, in the final 3 minutes, Nigel bloody Winterburn had to happen.
Now my mate Beaker says that "a draw would have been a fair result" (see above), and I'd have to agree with him, but I can't help wondering at the wisdom of replacing a midfielder and a defender with two strikers when you're 2-2 in a finely-balanced match.
... And that's the closest you'll get to a complaint about Ruud's tactics from me. If it had come off, people would have been saying he was the biggest tactical genius since Rommel. That's life.
Let's deal with the more controversial aspects of the match first:
Other highlights of the game included Graeme Le Saux baring his arse at the gooner mob for the usual, moronic "sex case", "homo", etc. cat calls. I can't believe the ref or linesman didn't spot it, but it was superb. The baying of the mob was something to behold, the latent homosexuals that they obviously are.. Try to drag yourselves into the nineties, you fuckwits.
I asked Beaker if he'd spotted the Le Saux thing as he was in the East Stand above the gooners, but, amusingly, he admitted that "I'm afraid I missed most of the game as I spent all afternoon in
slanging matches with the Arsenal supporters beneath us so the only time
I noticed our Graham was when Parlour kicked him" - Nice One !
Oh, and the ref was appalling. I mean REALLY appalling, even Andy bloody Gray apparently said that he'd made "some bizarre decisions".
That just about sums up the afternoon, I reckon ;-)
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