Good day Gooners. Well, far from good actually, but we’ll get to that in a moment. I should at least spare a few paragraphs to introduce myself first.
I’m Quinn, my username is Quinnboslice, and I’ve joined the CanadianGunners team from Waterloo, Ontario. If I had to pin down where I slot in best to this team, I’d say write-back (heh). Jokes aside, my plan is to write down my perspective of the sweetness and the sour that come with following our beloved Arsenal Football Club. My interests include, but are not limited to: Olivier Giroud’s eyes, St. Totteringham’s Day, and when Santi Cazorla and Per Mertesacker stand beside each other during the national anthem. As fellow followers of the cannon, I’m sure these interests are shared and I’m grateful to have gotten off on the right foot.
Now, considering this press conference is a bit unconventional, I will answer your questions pre-emptively: I’m a student. I’m dying to buy one of Arsène Wenger’s “sleeping bag” coats (size medium, please). I’ve yet to make the great trek to The Emirates, but when I get handed my diploma I’ll probably turn and immediately head to the airport. I’m a Gooner today because when I was a wee lad smudging the TV screen with my snotty fingers I witnessed Thierry “Titi” Henry set the pitch ablaze. No Gunner will ever surpass Titi on my list because he introduced me to the Arsenal. He has given me this, and this is my world.
That’s about all that you need to know about me for now. Fear not though, as the Arsenal is in my blood and as Ernest Hemingway famously said, “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” I’m up for bleeding poetic words about Arsenal, but I’ll swap the typewriter for a laptop. I’m no hipster.
Right, it’s time to return to where I began. I started off this post by indicating that today was not a particularly good day at all. Watching the ‘Villa match was about as enjoyable as watching the scene from The Lion King where Simba’s father dies… on repeat. Woe to, Woe to be, Woe to be a, Gooner. And if you’re reading this post, you probably don’t need a reminder. So rather than dwelling and giving you a match report, I’ll explain the setting of my suffering, and point out just a few key takeaways from the match.
Yesterday I woke up at 7:00 AM (Eastern), zombie-walked through a rushed morning routine, picked up my friend, and was off to “The Fox on Yonge” at 7:50. This is more than enough time to get to Toronto, but I wasn’t about to risk missing a minute of game time. It was my first time watching a match at the home of the Toronto Gooners, and I was thoroughly impressed with the environment. Chants and songs bounced from wall to wall while pitchers of beer cluttered the tables. The torsos were red, the sleeves were white, and the feeling of belonging was strong in my soul. I couldn’t share in the drink because I was driving, but I fueled my nervous shakes with a coffee and in doing so I spent more than Arsenal has on new signings this summer. In addition, I knew that I was going to write my first post for CanadianGunners this evening so I even brought a pen and paper along. It didn’t exactly go according to plan:
Brought a pen and paper to the game to take some notes. All I wrote down was “Well, Fuck.” #Arsenal
— Quinn (@quinnboslice_) August 17, 2013
More worrying than the score line was the beating that our squad took. Kos got sent off and will be suspended. Gibbo has quite a deep cut after a clash of heads. Sagna is lucky that he could walk off the pitch after doing a flip and landing on his silly hair. Rambo and Rosický picked up knocks. And Ox, if I am to believe what I have read (which I totally shouldn’t), will be out long-term. With a squad this depleted and a congested early fixture list due to Champion’s League qualifiers, there’s never been a more pressing need to “spend some ^#%*ing money.”
Feel free to “at” me on Twitter (@quinnboslice_) if you have questions or if you just want to turn the Twitterverse into a pub and discuss the Arsenal.