Amazing. Simply Amazing.
Where do you start? Seriously? I what can you say about what we've just seen?
Last year we were thoroughly outplayed by Barcelona, we were battered from pillar to post, embarrassed almost, yet we came away from the first leg of the clash on level terms. We were battered and bruised, but we were technically still in with a shout, though realistically it was a massive ask.
This year could not have been more contrasting. Barcelona did show their class in the first half, and pug faced c*** Adrian Chiles would have you believe that they battered us, but I think that really did us a disservice, that's about the hardest working Arsenal team I've ever seen in that first 45, I was immensely proud even at that stage despite being 1-0.
The second half, man, unbelievable, Barcelona barely got a kick, we were unreal. We were taught a lesson by Barca last year about how to play without the ball, and we learnt that lesson, and added a touch of our own. We harried, and fought and battered, until they could hold out no more, scoring one quiet incredible goal from an outrageous angle followed by a swift counter attack even Barcelona themselves would have struggled to equal.
At the weekend Wayne Rooney scored one of the better goals you're ever likely to see, we've seen it a thousand times or more on Sky Sports News since then, yet everyone neglects to mention Wayne Rooney was absolute garbage up until that point (and again afterwards), yet because he's English it's getting a million column inches and even more airtime on various sports shows. Yet tonight we were privy to the finest performance from and English player you're ever likely to see. Jack Wilshere was amazing, I honestly can't put into words how good this 19 year old was. That's down to a lot of rum, even more raw emotion, but mostly because his performance spoke a million words.
Laurent Koscielny was playing in only his third Champions League tie, against probably the greatest football team I've seen in my 25 years of watching football, and he was the boss. He's rather weirdly come in for a bit of criticism this season from a couple of gooners, well this display should put that to rest, he was simply out of this world.
In a week that's probably been one of the most heart wrenching in my life after losing an extremely close family relative after a very long illness, I felt like these guys were playing for me. Ludicrous I know, my nan hated football, but it did. They worked so incredibly hard it looked like their lives depended on it. I don;t mind admitting that after crying tears of sorrow on Monday morning, I was weeping again after 90 minutes, but this time it was tears of joy.
I realise that this has been quite the disjointed ramble, but I hope you'll forgive me after the week (and rum) that I've had.
Sleep well nan, we love you.