Stoke 1-3 Arsenal, or, Let's Do It For Aaron

What was shaping up to be a horrorshow that would define the season ended up being a display of resolute strength that just might be this season's proudest moment.

Two years ago, almost to the day, Martin Taylor broke Eduardo's ankle and sent him into more than a year of misery and perhaps half-a-career of unfulfilled potential. The enduring image of that game was Gallas' famous sulk on the pitch, and by the end of those 90 minutes, Arsenal had managed only a 2-2 draw.

When Ryan Shawcross hacked Aaron Ramsey's leg in half shortly past the hour mark, every Arsenal player remembered that fateful day. Vermaelen looked the closest to breaking down, and kneeled to the ground. Then, Clichy came over to him, put his hand on his shoulder, said something short, and Vermaelen stood straight up. Clichy remembered what happened afterward.

Over the last half hour, Arsenal put itself back together into a semblance of a team, and broke the deadlock and the tragedy by banging in two goals. And then, Fabregas called his team into a huddle. I don't know what he said in that huddle, but for the first time, I felt like I was watching the actions of a real captain, presiding over a team that would fight for their colors and their teammates.

Beyond any doubt, I've never felt more proud of the Arsenal. They went through what no team should have to go through for the third time in three years, but this time, they ground out a vengeful win. For everyone that calls Arsenal a team of boys playing a man's game, I give you the image of the match, and a team that will fulfill its manager's oft-criticized expectations. I give you a team that, with Chelsea's juicy home loss, just might win the Premier League title.

Wenger showed that he would not mess around with the Anti-Arsenal in their house when he issued his strongest available lineup that seemed to say, "If Eboue can't defend, I'll let him attack": Almunia, Sagna, Campbell, Vermaelen, Clichy, Song, Ramsey, Fabregas, Eboue, Nasri, and Bendtner.

Make no mistake, as strong as Wenger could have made it, no way was this side going to come out with any kind of rhythm with all the new pairings all over the field. The Britannia cranked up the volume instantaneously, and we played Stoke's game for quite some time. Goal-kicks and throw-ins came bouncing ominously into our box, and the boys were not clearing the ball adequately, as usual. Players like Ramsey and Alex Song, who has been in a teensy-bit of a slump lately, were losing their battles, Bendtner was giving the ball up too easily, Eboue had trouble finding his place, and Fabregas and Nasri just could not buy more than one or two touches.

It was no surprise when Stoke opened the scoring in the eighth minute from, of course, a Rory Delap long throw-in. Song conceded the throw in with an unfortunate bit of footwork on our end of the left wing, and it came in like a beach ball, got flicked on with a pedestrian Bendtner nearby (with Ramsey and Sagna also at the scene of the crime), to be simply headed in by one Tony Pugh, who is just about as famous as his name sounds. It was his first league goal, and his first league start, and, the way he was playing throughout the rest of the game, perhaps the last in both categories. Still, he got his moment of fame, thanks mostly to Emmanuel Eboue, who daftly hopped away from goal when the gut reaction of a quality defender would have been to cover the open man at the far post. Even when Wenger puts him into an offensive role, he just cannot seem to go a game without making a laughably visible defensive mistake.

Besides, the worst was over for Arsenal, who have quite the penchant for coming back when things seemingly could not get worse (while when it continues to get worse). The defense began to calm things down, thanks especially to a near-perfect Gael Clichy. Dan Roebuck is the one, I believe, who commented on ArsenalTV that he is "one of the best one-on-one defenders" he had ever seen. Clichy announced his definitive return with absolutely flawless positioning, the fastest feet in the west, and confident attacking passes and movement. Indeed, in his best stretches, he was our most dangerous player on the left. Campbell's bravery and overall screaming at his teammates--for instance when he commanded his defense to move further from Arsenal's box on a set-piece--made me smile again, and he is becoming my most favorite unsustainable player.

Still, an attacking rhythm was very slow in developing. Fabregas, playing the attacking threat once again, mixed a few one-touches to teammates on the run to one-touches to no one. That was when he got the ball, but when he abandoned deep play, it was difficult enough to bring the ball forward. Song had to play the general, and though his positioning and aggression picked up minute after minute, his passes were very inconsistent. Alongside him was Ramsey, looking quite harried and generally lacking in confidence on the ball, with back-pass after back-pass. Eboue had some cute flicks in the middle and on the right, but nothing that amounted to anything, and Bendtner proved once again that he has a great eye for the right player to give the ball to, while also proving that he does not really know when to give it to that player, as he tried to force a ton of passes that were easily intercepted.

Then, in the space of about five minutes, Fabregas turned on and took hold of the game. A great dummy that let the ball run to Bendtner in the box was followed by a dangerous give-and-go with Nasri, and that was followed by a picture-perfect cross-field ball to Bendtner. Then, he ended a spell of 50-50 balls bouncing around in the air with the simplest of difficult controlling touches, burst into the box, and slid the ball into Sagna for a dangerous cross. Then, he chested down a throw-in, looked up, and put in one of the most perfect crosses you will see for a very, very difficult headed goal from Bendtner, who, after having a moment of ball-watching during Stoke's goal, used his height correctly and placed the ball ever-so-nicely into the top corner of the far side.

Then, Fabregas turned right off, resuming his too-confident, too-cheap giveaways. But his moment of brilliance gave the team a spark. Ramsey entered the game, with sprightly box-to-box tackles and distribution. Song spent the rest of the half forcing the ball toward the vacuum that was Clichy, and Arsenal was getting the ball back as quickly as ever. The ball began to move from right to left, to left to right, and despite some shaky moments in the center of the defense (that's to be expected, though, right?), by the half, Arsenal was certainly on top.

And until Ramsey's injury, Arsenal played at its very best, and it just might have started with the improvement in the play of Ramsey himself. A bit more confidence from him allowed better distribution, and he became that vital link between defense and attack. Mainly, though, it was Fabregas, who put on a vintage display for almost half an hour, with threatening through ball after threatening through ball, and the great low, sliding passes that shifted Stoke's defense all over the place around the box, the kind of passes only Fabregas can make. Well, to be fair, Nasri seemed to think, "I like yo' style!", and entered Nasrigas mode, doubling the threat at times. With Song and Clichy doing their thing, constantly getting the ball back, these players had nothing but reps.

Bendtner got the hang of using his height throughout the game, as Stoke got a taste of their own medicine. His leaping body took defenders out of the game that would have prevented some bouncing balls from causing a lot of the anxiety that Arsenal defenders were (and are) constantly pulling their hair out over. However, Bendtner's touch was clunky and awful, and only deteriorated throughout the game. A penalty left unseen on Ramsey, a laser of a pass from Nasri that Fabregas is probably still hitting himself for not running onto, and several ruined first touches from Bendtner left four or five goals on the doorstep before...it happened.

I will not dwell on Shawcross' tackle. It was not the worst of tackles, in a genuinely 50-50 situation, but it was the leg-breaker of a young and inexperienced player. He seems to have a reputation for dangerous tackles (previous victims: Emmanuel Adebayor and Francis Jeffers), but it honestly did not seem all that malicious, and his reaction was almost as horrifying as the injury itself. But what I cannot stand for is all the various arguments (such as this peach) that it is all indirectly Wenger's fault. One commenter I read once put it best: it is like saying that a sexy woman should be blamed if she is raped because if she either a) dresses sexy, b) didn't show enough experience to avoid it, or c) both. It is absolutely absurd what some people say to argue against what Wenger has to say. Watch that Adebayor video and listen to what the commentator says: Shawcross is "no respecter of reputations"? Really?

Beyond that I have nothing to say. Arsenal is no stranger to injuries, even ones this consequential, and if the rest of this match proved anything, it is that they will chug on.

Chug on they did. Arsenal was shocked, they lost virtually all their rhythm. Rosicky had replaced Ramsey, but though he did a good bit of running around, he had little impact on the game--nobody really could put break through the shock permeating the atmosphere. Stoke, on the other hand, lost literally all their rhythm, and Arsenal had no trouble keeping the ball for most of the remainder of the game. Some good substitutions had little impact on play in general, but arguably made the team more cohesive. Walcott had virtually no touches on the ball throughout his 20 minutes on the field, but Eboue played mostly like a wrench-in-the-gears in his 75 minutes, and though he had some trademark-cheeky give-and-go attempts that re-established Happy Feet's status as Arsenal's lovable wild card, I don't think any of them got off, and he looked quite out-of-place when he was often in the middle of the field. Nasri, who played a relatively quiet game in spite of some dazzling moments, made way for Eduardo in the 84th to help the remaining midfielders, especially Song, find more and more space on the outside of the box.

Most of all, it was sheer mettle that helped Arsenal grind out the win. They had no rhythm, only a desire to grab the goal. They should have had it, when some good distribution from left to right ended with an innocent lob from Song into Eduardo, whose head must certainly have been cloudy when he missed badly on his first touch. Unfortunately, Eduardo showed that he cannot meet a cardinal requirement in the Premier League--willingness to take a hit. I just wonder if he has the heart for risking a tackle anymore. But alas, a shot from Bendtner met a Stoke player's hand (was he looking for it) at the stroke of the 90th minute, and the ref had to give it. Once again, Fabregas chose the side that Sorensen dived to, but put it away, and ran off to celebrate. And for the first time in awhile, the whole team celebrated, as Fabregas smacked his ankle in disdain.

The third goal was just icing on the cake, as a corner taken short came to Rosicky in a ballsy mood. He took a good whack, and when Sorensen saved, Fabregas pounced onto the ball, and knocked it one-touch to Vermaelen, who looked like he had that goal on his mind the second the ball was passed to Rosicky.

What is a vintage performance? Is it the game in which Arsenal plays "vintage Arsenal", or is it the game that will be remembered? These were not stylish goals that you would pay $100 million dollars in wages for a team to score, but these were important goals, difficult goals to score. Those last two goals will probably be remembered longer than Barcelona's recent dizzying goal. This win was as memorable, replayable, vintage, as a win can get--as memorable as the picture we will remember it by. And with that enduring image of the team behaving like a team, overcoming the direst of adverse circumstances for at least the time-being, Arsenal pushes on. Two weeks ago, they were nine points off the title--now, they are three, and only two behind second place. Again, I cannot know what Fabregas said to his team, but I can guess: Let's win the title, for Aaron.

Porto 2-1 Arsenal, or, Well, Shoot.

After battling through their three biggest rivals that are also three of the best teams in the world, you might think Arsenal would have been tempered for victory against a team like Porto. You would be wrong.

Some will say that Arsenal deserved to win. Captain Fabregas told an interviewer that "we were controlling the game, we were having chances" until the second goal, but that is questionable to say the least. As a nerd, Champion's League games are wonderful because of a wonderful invention: the UEFA Match Centre. Among other things, the soccer nerd can view the most detailed passing stats around. A sampling:

68% overall passing

71% short passing

71% medium passing

50% long passing

Well that's not so bad, Arsenal completed the majority of their passes, did they not? It is for me. Think about it: for every ten passes attempted toward relatively close players, the average Arsenal player gave the ball away on about three attempts. Those are unacceptable statistics for a world-class team in any game, especially in a CL draw that has to go down as one of the most generous we could have gotten. And this isn't even to speak of the defense, which, by Arsenal's standards, could have been worse.

Once again, a brand new slew of little injuries brought us our 1,562nd never-before-seen lineup of Fabianski, Sagna, Campbell, Vermaelen, Clichy, Denilson, Fabregas, Diaby, Rosicky, Nasri, Bendtner. With the lineup came a ton of talking points. With Denilson instead of Song in the XI, would we have a disastrous time in the midfield again? How would the rather like-and-like pairing of Campbell and Vermaelen work out, and what would Campbell bring to the team? Would Bendtner take the opportunity to really establish himself without Arshavin? Will Fabianski make a claim for the #1 shirt?

The tone of bad passing was set at the very beginning, when Denilson began to look like his disastrous self by sliding in a funky back-pass behind Sol Campbell, forcing the old man to track back and pull off a brilliant sliding tackle from behind, before promptly turning around and screaming at a very different Arsenal than he remembers. And indeed, after a failed counter-attack, some poor defense on the left led to another chance for Porto, which Campbell and Vermaelen did well to block. And once again, Campbell looked ahead and bit his team's head off--and I thought, isn't it great to have him back? His days with Arsenal were just a bit before my time, but the contrast between his fiery general's mentality and the rest of Arsenal's half-disappointed, half-angry-with-themselves reaction to poor play was very, very refreshing (I'm talking to you, Cesc!).

It might have had an effect, as well, because for most of the first half, Arsenal had not begun to pass poorly or defend poorly most of the time. The team had the great majority of time on the ball, and reached Porto's box quite well. Players like Diaby and, especially, Rosicky showed consummate possession skills and pulled off several perfectly-weighted passes to demonstrate an excellent sense of intent.

A bright start, however, was not good enough to prevent Porto from scoring one of the most unnecessary goals you will ever see. One thing that Arsenal struggled with the entire game was defending a pair of very quick wingers, Varela and Pereira (I belive that was the latter's name). Both Sagna and Clichy were struggling keeping up with their players on the wing. And in the eleventh minute, Clichy found himself out-skilled by Varela, who put in a fairly wayward cross for what should have been an easy-peasy take from Fabianski, who was under no pressure. But alas, he had come out expecting a ball more accurately targeted on the striker's head. The ball flew much closer to the goal, and he dived to get back, only to punch the ball into his own net--and like that, Arsenal is down a goal, due to the second keeper's own-goal of the season. Only Arsenal.

But with that out of the way, the offense went right about its business, and equalized in no time from a rare goal from a corner, and boys and girls, this one was no scrappy set-piece goal. Fabregas flighted the ball perfectly toward the near-post. Vermaelen rose above two Porto players to deftly scrape the ball with the top of his head toward the far-post, where Rosicky nailed it with his forehead right, smack in front-and-center of the goal. Campbell had made the run, lowered his head, and made no mistake. People will look at the stats: "Sol Campbell, with his head, from two yards, from a corner. Not really Arsenal-like", and it wasn't. It was more like Brazil in full-on Samba-style, with a great cross, and three excellent headers--four players, four touches, one goal. You could see it in the celebration from the team, especially Sol's jumping-around like a teenage King Kong, that they knew what a rare goal that was. Just like that, it's 1-1, and the run-of-play was definitely favorable.

But eventually, the giveaways began, and they continued through the whole game. It typically looked like this: Arsenal would reach the box and just not find the final ball, in forgiveable fashion. But then, Porto would find the midfield, spread the field from side-to-side, and defenders would cut out a pass, but the pokes would go right back to a Porto player. This kind of thing is forgiveable a few times, but watch the last 25 minutes of the first half and count how many times this happened.Or, certain defensive players would come forward too early, miss a tackle, and turn on the fire-alarm for the defenders that stayed in position. One of these players was Denilson, but the other, more egregious offender was Vermaelen. A good Arsenal-friend of mine will hang me for this, but Vermaelen caused the team a lot more trouble than Campbell, and he has a history of precisely this kind of mistake. He challenges for every ball, which sounds good in a 5-on-5 pick-up game, but constitutes serious rashness at this level. Vermaelen comes out too early, too far up, and often creates unfavorable situations this way. Sometimes, he forces himself to chase the ball way, way out of position. Even when he wins a header, he often heads it in the wrong direction, sometimes right on toward our own goal. Some people love Vermaelen, and I think he is very good and generally very solid, but these errors have led to goals in other games (see 3-0 Man United). Call me crazy, but I am not so quick to dismiss Grampa Sol, and I thought his discipline really showed in this match.

Then, of course, Campbell committed that most ignominious error to begin the second half and put the game away for Porto. As a poor over-the-top ball came in from the midfield toward our goal, Fabianski came forward to take it as Sol chased the ball, with a Porto attacker just behind him. Campbell touched the ball, promptly began to look panicked, and Fabianski picked up the ball for an indirect free-kick, and Campbell looked ab-so-lutely scuttered. It only got worse, however, when the referee, Martin Hansson, after having taken the ball from Fabianski and presumably giving Arsenal the idea that he would allow a wall to be set, dropped the ball for Porto and allowed a simple pass and a simple tap-in against our team the ball-watchers.

Sounds a bit harsh, but that is life in the fast lane, I'm afraid. As a rule, I do not crow about refereeing decisions. You can count on the referee to make the right decision most of the time, but sometimes, they make a hash of it, and teams have to take the good with the bad. Incorrect offside decisions, free-kick confusion, and yellow/red card controversies have worked in Arsenal's favor in the past, sometimes decisively. This time, it worked decisively against Arsenal's favor, and so be it.

I blame the players, primarily Fabianski, once again. Not to defend Campbell, if it already seems that I am overly favorable toward him, but his touch did look a bit like the mistake of an older fellow who does not have the fleet-of-foot he once had. Fabianski, second-choice (third-choice?) or not, has to know to not pick that ball up. React quickly, and shank it out of bounds to the right, and you can scream your head off at Campbell for a dumb mistake (wouldn't that feel good?). But to see the touch and just pick it up is just nakedly poor goalkeeping.

It is hard, for once, to judge different players individually, because most players had very similar kinds of games. On the bright side, several players looked extremely energetic, and genuinely looked like they wanted to win. Diaby was running his be-hind off, freight-training the ball off attackers and running off to start an attack of his own. Nasri and Rosicky looked more energetic and generally quick in their play than I can rmeember seeing them, with Mr. Clean looking like he was about to break a sweat with his turning on the ball, and Rosicky pulling off the most purposeful, quickly-taken passes on the team.

On the other hand, absolutely everyone on the team missed too many passes, including these three, all over the field. Fabregas was particularly surprising, espcially after Porto scored their second goal, with not a few one-touches missing their target. To his credit, his set-piece crosses were mostly quite good, and smaller defenses would surely have been victimized. Without Song, the midfield lost its reference point, and Denilson looking very ill-composed. Bendtner looked clumsy, to say the least, and balanced a few moments of great vision and passing with hilarious moments of stumbling over the ball, and missing shots, and such (most telling is his shooting stats--four taken, three off target, one on--that was a backwards-header served in by Fabregas on a set-piece, and was almost certainly intended to be a flick for another player).

Sagna, it must be said, had one of the toughest games in literally months. Constantly caught out-of-position, he struggled through the whole game to catch up to his man and block crosses, even allowing him to dance around the ball at one moment in the second half as a sort of brag. Clichy had an equally bad start, but he picked up the pieces with many well-timed tackles, and I am confident he will turn into our mainstay on the left very soon. However, both of them just looked incapable of tackling the ball anywhere but to a different Porto attacker. Both of them were exploited more often as the game reached on.

At the end of the day, Arsenal cannot claim to have asked very many questions at all of Porto's defense, and in the last 20-30 minutes, if Arsenal had ever dominated possession, Porto certainly evened it up to a cool 46-54 by the final whistle. Indeed, at that point, Arsenal failed to string two or three passes together. Substitutes Walcott, Vela, and Eboue came on to very little effect. Walcott's 22+ minutes can be summed up by his first touch: receives the ball in-position, races off, only to be pushed to the ground with a totally-fair tackle. Both Vela and Eboue came on too late to make any difference--though Eboue had two very good moments of getting forward and putting in crosses that just make you think a bit.

So what have we learned? Once again, injuries are the ultimate downfall of Arsenal. Though Campbell's grit and discipline were quite refreshing, though unsustainable, you cannot envision Almunia giving up those two goals, or the same result with Song and Arshavin on the field. This week, it is Diaby the newest member of the physio's table (again) with a medial ligament tear. I never like to hear "ligament" in an injury description, so unfortunately it could be a lengthy lay-off for one of our better players. Second, Arsenal still does not respond well to disappointment. Arsenal looked resigned after the second goal, and played much worse all over the field. Indeed, the prospects for the return leg could have been much worse, as Porto eventualy turned into the better team.

Arsenal has it all to do against a team they should be able to beat, and handily so at home, in a bit less than two weeks. Next is Sunderland, and after the last four matches, regardless of results, it should be eminently win-able.