Arsenal emphatically crushed Wolves and cruised into second place, a position I expect us to easily maintain. I don’t see the mancs as a threat; there are only small pockets of the manc loving media who stubbornly refuse to acknowledge the fact that not only do Arsenal have a better first team but they have a better squad. This leaves only one remaining question: do we have what it takes to pip the chavs to the top spot at the end of the season?
Back to the Wolves game, what a refreshing change it made, for what must have been a knowingly inferior team before the start of the game, to resist the tactical temptation of parking the proverbial bus and playing as negatively as they could but rather try to beat us by playing open flowing football………The crazy fools.
But it did make for a very interesting first twenty minutes. There were a few hairy moments when the seemingly never ending supply of free kicks and corners (Arsenal Kryptonite) were sent in and Wolves seemed to be getting closer and closer to taking the lead but free kicks aside it has to be said that for these first twenty minutes Wolves were our equal if not the better footballing side – and then disaster struck for them — you are thinking the own goal aren’t you? Wrong. The worst thing that could happen to any opposing side – Diaby got injured and had to go off. Arsenal went from playing with ten men to playing with eleven; Song steadied the defence enabling Ramsey to move forward and the goals started coming.
Wolves knew that with the loss of Diaby the writing was on the wall: their heads dropped and they started scoring own goals. Eduardo may try and claim the second but it was going wide so you make your own mind up.
I am developing concerns about Eduardo and his body language. Prior to his injury he had the facial expression of an attacker who would sell his grand mother to score a goal but it all seems a bit to laissez faire now. I don’t know, perhaps I am still dreaming about his missed hat trick of chances last week which would have meant that we beat spuds six nil rather than only three. I always say you can’t beat spuds by too many.
Back to Wolves, the third goal was obviously the best, Sagna did really well on the wing and sent in yet another good cross, perhaps alternating him with Eboue is keeping him on his toes, anyway it was a good cross and an extremely calm, skilful finish by Fabregas but the best part of the whole match for me was one single solitary touch from the Boy Wonder, that is when Sagna sent the ball across and Van Persie, with the deftest of touches, rolled the ball to our Captain who finished it in some style and with it finished the game as a competition.
The second half was a bit of a stroll, Arshavin scored and that was that really.
I was trying to imagine what was going through Wenger’s mind when he first went out to inspect the pitch and noticed that Wolves trying to get an advantage had tried to reduce it to the size of a five aside pitch; what do you think he must have thought? It had to be something like “Are they mad?”
Wenger, no doubt, was pre warned about the size of the pitch and responded by having Fabregas, Arshavin, Ramsey, Rosicky and Nasri the short range passing equivalent of a very powerful weapon.
The image that now springs to mind is the football equivalent of the famous scene in the Dirty Harry film with Mick McCarthy laying on the floor and Wenger standing over him holding the equivalent of a Magnum gun and saying: Do you feel lucky punk, Well do ya?