Archive for December, 2009

UpForGrabsNow Awards: The Best and Worst of Arsenal’s Decade

Wednesday, December 30th, 2009

 With just one more game (tonight’s) left for Arsenal to play before 2010, it’s a good time to reflect on a remarkable decade in the history of Arsenal FC. And what better way than with a meaningless cyber-gong show.

Sepp Blatter is having his hair done, and Charlize Theron had her contract cancelled at the last minute for reasons which – like everything she would have said – aren’t worth repeating, so I, Grabs, am your host for today’s merriment.  There’s loads of awards to be dished out  so let’s get cracking.

**The Bob Wilson Golden Fist for Goalkeeping**

We began the decade with legendary ‘tache and ponytail exponent David Seaman making saves like this, and we’ve ended it with Spanish English Spanish waiter goalkeeper Manuel Almunia. Almunia is much-maligned. Personally I don’t think he’s that bad, and he certainly doesn’t get the credit that he’s deserved for his best performances.

But the Golden Fist is won by the man who complained bitterly that Almunia only started playing football aged 30. Mad, (often) bad, and always apoplectic with rage, Jens Lehmann is football’s nutty answer to Rasputin. Earlier this month Jens took a piss behind an advertising hoarding and stole a fan’s glasses. His time at Arsenal wasn’t without its moments of mania either, but he was magnificent as the Invincible goalkeeper and saved the penalty which put us into the European Cup Final. Ended his career at Arsenal by sulking in a fashion so immature that I actually found something rather magnificent about it.

**The Martin Keown Boot for Proudest Defensive Warrior**

For a team which attacks with such abandon, we haven’t let in as many goals as you’d think. Always surprisngly tight-fisted in the league, in 2005/6 a defence comprising Eboue, Toure, Senderos and Flamini went on a defensive run unsurpassed in Champions League history that took us all the way to the final in Paris.

Pipping Toure to the Keown Boot is the man who returned with a goal in that final, Sol Campbell, Tottenham’s greatest ever player. The strange nature of his exit from the club shouldn’t obscure just what a rock he was for the championship wins in 2002 and 2004. We can only hope that with the arrival of Vermaelen we have finally found a successor.

**The Grimandi Gong for Midfield Endeavour**

Arsene knows a good midfielder when he sees one, and he’s seen a few. Robert Pires was the best player in the world for most of 2001/2 and was pretty handy after that too, Freddie Ljungberg was a dream of a footballer until he was knackered by injuries, and Cesc Fabregas, the latest true talisman of the club, has deserved much more success than he’s had.  The next decade should be his; the one past belonged to Patrick Vieira.

**The Bastin Prize for Goalscoring**

Thierry Henry

**The Dennis Bergkamp Award for Genius**

Thierry HenryHighly commended: Dennis Bergkamp

**The Invincibles Award for Best XI**

Lehmann; Clichy, Campbell, Toure, Sagna; Pires, Vieira, Fabregas, Ljungberg; Bergkamp, Henry

**The Dennis Bergkamp Award for Best Goal**

1. Ljungberg vs Juventus

2. Bergkamp vs Newcastle

3. Henry vs Man Utd

**The Vic Akers Award for Manager of the Decade**

… is Vic Akers! No it’s not, it’s obviously Mr Wenger. Recently the subject of not inconsiderable amounts of thoughtless, vulgar criticism from the press and then from certain bleating fans who don’t know their Arsenal from their – ahem – elbow, the decade saw Arsene Wenger bring Arsenal two Premiership titles, two European finals, three FA Cups, one of the worlds’ greatest modern stadiums, some of the best players of this or any other era, a world-famous style of play and a decade of uninterrupted Champions League football. Mr Wenger, we salute you.

**The Professor’s Cup for Best Buy**

There’ve been a few. Buying Campbell for £0.00 was a tidy bit of business and Kolo Toure was pretty reasonable at £150k. The fact that nobody thought Van Persie worth more than the £2.75m we paid for him is pretty baffling too, but the best buy has to be Fabregas, who joined up with an alarming mullet and the number 57. I have no idea what we’d pay for him now.

**Wengerballs: Quotes of the Decade**

1. ‘I tried to watch the Tottenham match on television yesterday. But I fell asleep.’ – Arsene Wenger

2. ‘Sometimes in football you have to score goals.’ – Thierry Henry

3. ‘I am still hopeful that we can go through a season unbeaten’ – Arsene Wenger, 28 September 2002. Haha what a numpty, let’s make a t-shirt comparing the modern era’s great football visionary with the Iraqi Minister of Information. Haha. Oh.

**The Adebayaward for Bastardliness**

A hotly contested field this, with Phil Brown, Roy Keane, Ruud van Nistelrooy and assorted other dreadful people not even making the top three. There isn’t even a place for the violent madcap Togonian himself.

Third prize goes to Wayne Rooney. If he ended our first unbeaten run with a brilliant goal for Everton, he ended Invincibles’ streak with an atrocious dive over Campbell which cost us that run and the 2005 league title, and for which he should never be forgiven.

In second, because he doesn’t deserve to win anything, is Ashley Cole.

But the Adebayaward goes to a man from whom we have heard exactly nothing, but who has been more ruinous to Arsenal’s success than any other. If Roman Abramovich hadn’t shown up, the second half of the decade would have been a hell of a lot better for Arsenal. We’d have won the 2004 quarter final against Chelsea and surely gone on to win the Big Cup. Rumour has it we were on the verge of signing Terry and Lampard just days before Roman’s helicopter touched down. Players with Arsenal written all over them – Essien, Wright-Phillips, Cech, [whisper it] Drogba – might have been signed and chances are we wouldn’t have Manchester City to worry about either. We are tremendously lucky to have Arsene Wenger; it’s just infuriating that he’s up against billionaire owners who make the sport a nonsense.

**The No Prizes Prize for Tottenham**

Had Spurs written all over it until their whole squad shat themselves. Then they re-bought Pascal Chimbonda, and hired and fired eight different managers.

The last ten years have seen St Totteringham’s Day arrive each year as dependably as Easter, Christmas and birthdays. We’ve seen 20 league encounters between the teams, in which Tottenham have emerged victorious exactly ZERO times.

When they finally won a trophy it was the ickle Carling Cup, and the exuberance of their celebrations was incredible. A trophy won in recent years by teams of the calibre of Blackburn, Leicester and Middlesbrough was welcomed into the eerie White Hart Lane trophy cabinet with the kind of scenes usually reserved for the end of global conflicts, a true reflection of Spurs current standing in the game.

Let’s hope the next ten years are as successful for Tiny Totts as the ten just passed.

Devastating Diaby: Could this FINALLY be his year?

Tuesday, December 29th, 2009

If, as every blogger, hack and twitterer was insisting this morning, it was Cesc’s ‘cameo’ that saw off Villa yesterday(see also ‘SkySports-inspired vocabulary meltdown’), perhaps it’s worth asking who the lead actor was.

For me, it was Abou Diaby. The Big Guy. The Boss. The man we all expect will eventually play Will Smith in the story of his life. Winning headers here, coolly chesting the ball down there, and generally gambolling around the midfield without a care in the world, Diaby played brilliantly.

He tackled well, created yards of space for our forwards every time he surged forward and crowned his afternoon with a goal so chilled out that I half-expected him to slump to the floor in a deep and refreshing slumber just before he curled the ball gently round Friedel. He looked bewildered as he smiled gummily at the team-mates who surrounded him, like a man who had recently rolled out of bed.

Whatever, if he keeps that form up he’s going to be a major weapon. His style of play, positioning and passing choices are utterly baffling to opponents who seem to be too surprised at what he’s doing to offer much resistance.

He needs to stay fit, and he needs to stay focused. If he can do that, and if his progress isn’t interrupted too much by Song’s departure for Angola and the injuries to Denilson and Cesc, then we could see the emergence of a big league player this winter.

And with Song already a star man, should Diaby follow suit it’ll be yet another Wenger triumph – turning injury-prone catastrophe-merchants who most fans think are totally useless into top players. There’s no-one better than Wenger at this, and it’s just lovely to see the tabloid confusion which invariably accompanies these players’ change in fortunes.

Many apologies for the increasingly sporadic UpForGrabsNow output. I realise it’s been ages since my last much-derided piece on Eboue’s Hollywood potential. Neither Grabber nor I are really living very blog-friendly lifestyles just now, but we’ll try to post as often as we can until we’re back on an even keel.

And look out for the UpForGrabsNow Review of 2009 and a Review of the Decade, coming soon.