After a refreshing break during which team building took place and everybody was able to refocus on the remaining quest of the seventeen battles, this was a hell of a difficult game to perform a positive restart.
Wolves were up for this and knew that with the home advantage it was a great six pointer of a game that would do us a lof of damage if they could beat us. It was certainly a must not lose game for us, and I thought the boys simply outgunned those hungry Wolves.
The start was ours. From a solid structure and organisation we attacked with more flair and menace than our opponent. Wolves, like almost any team ever managed by a Portuguese coach, were set up to sit back, absorb pressure and play on the counter.
Our centeral midfielders had their work cut out and it came at the cost of early yellow cards. But luckily by then we had our precious lead in the game, and these days we know how to defend as well as, anybody.
The goal was ‘bundled’ but who cares. It was the result of the greater hunger, which was started in Dubai and put that of the seemingly always ravenous Wolves to shame. White jumped and headed with energy, Laca pounced and Big Gab finished it off. Who were the real pack of Wolves here, hey? 😅
The game was even after that until the controversial sending off. Wolves pummelled our defence with high balls but with the addition of Rocking Rob we jumped the highest and kept a fabulous clean sheet to take all three points.
This was nothing for those who support Arsenal solely for the renowned ‘beautiful’ football, even though there were a few gems to be enjoyed. No, this was about grit and focus, about our mission and promises made to each other, about playing as eleven and becoming unbeatable through attitude and workrate; this was about values.
I am proud of our boys and bring on those foes from Brentford: we outhungered the wolves and now we will outsting the Bees.
Come on You Rip Roaring Gunners.