First things first - had this fixture list been slightly
different and we been facing Arsenal ahead of their
energy-sapping battles with Manchester United, Chelsea and
Liverpool within a seven day period, things could have been very
different.
But in a season when we've often moaned about
the problems our own schedule has caused, despite only returning
from the low countries on the previous Friday morning we had
good reason to give thanks for the timing of this encounter.
It's long been our contention that it's entirely possible for a
side to enjoy comparative success due to their fixtures being in
a certain order and that arrangement coincides with dips in
opposition form and desire, ie anyone who had to play us a few
seasons ago when we went to Wembley for the Cup Final etc.
And it's a well-worn adage that you can only
beat what's in front of you - and today Arsenal couldn't beat
us, although they would plead tired legs and a sub -standard
surface in mitigation.
Certainly the Gunners were there in body and some spirit, with
big names sprinkled across the starting side and bench and a
confident air amongst the visiting fans, who looked to have been
well-received across the town and were in evidence with colours
openly displayed in streets and bars pre-match.
But within a few minutes of the game beginning with good backing
from both sets of supporters in the ground and millions
clustered round TVs across the planet, it became clear that
Arsenal hadn't settled into their usual imperious dictatorial
style and that after our initial forward bursts, they failed to
take the initiative and dictate the play as expected.
That's not to say that they didn't cause us problems, especially
when indulging in their party piece - the lightning
counter-attack; but Wenger's boys didn't snap at our heels quite
in the manner expected and seemed content to retain their shape
and composure - playing within themselves I think it's called.
With Henry, Wiltord and Vieira all busy if not
in match-winning form, United fans had reason to be thankful
that for the second game in a row, at least one of our imports from across
la Manche was interested in making his own mark and
providing
some sort of attacking threat down our left.
However it wasn't the £9.5m man from Reunion Island though, who
has been inspired in previous games against the Gunners (rather
too much last season when dismissed in the corresponding game),
but instead the free transfer native of Lyon. Both players
carried on where they left off in Eindhoven, with Robert
changing wings early on, but struggling to make an impact and failing to
serve up any of his potentially lethal dead ball situations.
Bernard by contrast tried to make a difference down the left
from front to back and managed to get to that vital but
under-used area of the byline (no longer an option seemingly on
the right wing for us) on a couple of occasions, trying a shot
that hit the side netting and earning a corner.
Robert eventually gave way to Viana, who once more played in his
unfavoured left-sided role and barely had a chance to impress,
not least because he only got 10 minutes and that coincided with
a gradual retreat by his colleagues to ensure no late slip-ups;
our full back positions at one point in the dying moments
actually being occupied by Shearer and Speed respectively.
And if the French duo reprised their UEFA
displays then so thankfully did Jenas, who grew in stature as
the game went on and wasn't afraid to put his foot in against
the big names in the opposition midfield - that's when he could
get near them anyway....
Woodgate again impressed and looked more relaxed with O'Brien
back alongside him, their joint display of a similar standard to
that which denied van Nistelrooy
and his mob a goal at Old Trafford in January. The former looks
better and better as his fitness improves, while the latter does
his thing with an undemonstrative fashion, when playing
alongside Jonny boy anyway...
So, no goals scored, but none conceded either and Bellamy
certainly felt that the SJP surface had downsized his
contribution, while Shearer could once again justifiably point
to the fact he never had a great deal to work with all afternoon
and was pitted against some decent defenders.
Bottom line is though that although we don't have to play these
lot every week as they stride towards a place in the history
books, our squad has got no stronger since the start of the
season and still we've navigated our way to the verge of a UEFA
Cup final and a shout of fourth place in the league. If only we
had a little more quality and consistency allied to the form
we've started to run into at a handy time.
At least though we have cut out
the unforced errors that scarred our Highbury defeat back in
October (and on numerous occasions since) - for that at least we
should be grateful, or my liver should anyway....
Much media attention has been focussed on the
final day meeting at Anfield between the two hotly-tipped fourth
place rivals but in the wake of Aston Villa's win over Chelsea,
the game next Sunday at Villa Park takes on an added
significance with a three point return for either side giving
them a massive boost at the expense of the other.
On a ground that we traditionally do well on,
it's another so-called "cup final" to be quickly
followed up by a real cup semi-final provided we haven't dropped
our chips against PSV. A testing time then, but a damn sight
better than playing out meaningless games while dreaming of
beaches, bars and swimming pools.
It's heartening that after sleepwalking
through most of this season, we seem to have belatedly roused
ourselves from our slumbers just in time to join the party - we
just have to keep playing, keep singing and try to inspire each
other on to greater efforts.
PS - Lee Bowyer made a tackle that
verged on being violent....and made a snarling face afterwards.
Not only that; he was also sighted running into the opposition
area with something approaching intent and also waving his arm
looking for a pass. As Max Boyce said, I know....because I was
there.
There's hope yet.....