Most of you know where my allegiances lie. This job–one I’m incredibly lucky to have– has changed how I watch the game. I don’t live and die with results like I once did. At least that was the thought. Today brought back memories I was glad to suppress.
Blackburn was not the better team. Mike Appleton’s squad, unbeaten in six, came into the Emirates with one idea in mind: make this unwatchable. They did, with a lot of help from their opponents. Jake Kean was great. For the neutrals, the slew of hilariously awful Piers Morgan tweets will provide comedic fodder for days. Colin Kazim-Richards is a life long Arsenal fan. Go on. He’ll never forget this day and nor should he.
A few months ago I wrote about giving up. Reading it now I feel slightly embarrassed. This game, any game for that matter, doesn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things. Nine years without a trophy doesn’t matter. Arsene Wenger’s future with Arsenal doesn’t matter. Tuesday’s round of 16 clash with Bayern Munich–brace for impact–doesn’t matter.
I say this facetiously. Of course it matters. That’s why we watch.