All Arsenal games since that day in 2007
Written on May 11, 12, 2012
Ordinary day of freshman year with a blackout
Directly stimulated by extreme fanaticism, for my favorite things, I think I should still write. Constantly writing is far better for me than the occasional chatter on the QQ space and idleness in these days when the power is black and the sun is not seen. Sleep well. I never deny that I am a maniac and paranoid, and sometimes even proud of myself, of course, everyone can't see it on the surface, maybe many people can do a lot of self-righteous things, this is fundamental It's no big deal, the important thing is that I understand it this way, it's about love, and everything is different. I just want to jot it all down, and even if the world ends tomorrow I'd be happy to write it down and finish it.
Just like listening to punk rock, I'm destined not to be a rebellious guy who is forgotten and abandoned by the whole world, a guy who is often comforted by certain feelings to survive, I also refuse to be that way, I prefer we are young, so let's set the world on fire, we can burn brighter than the sun lyrics. But we often cherish ourselves, at some point in the past, with a certain sadness, to spend some days that we will never forget, these cannot be replaced. I can probably write whatever I want, just like rock lyrics, unrestrained and illogical , because you can directly face a self who has never shown any dark and hesitant side in life, which is to admit how broken you really are and need protection and support. But I really really hate to have such a person appear in front of me and then squeeze all kinds of boring and contrived eyes at me and point fingers. Although there are many such people.
I fell in love with football unreasonably, like the god in my heart to save my body size, my lung capacity, my thighs, my 100 meters and 1000 meters, my waist, my English, my friends, My beliefs, my world view, the way I walk, every conversation I have after that, the three-hour exercise of aerobic and anaerobic respiration on the soil playground every Saturday, the easily fluctuating nerves, the troubles that shouldn't be there and dissipated Depressed, the mood I feel when I use MMS to read sports news in the early morning after every Arsenal game” I once wrote a diary with the word “dream” as the title, poetically compared acquaintance with football to a tired one. I wandered in the ordinary alleys and streets, and suddenly turned around and saw a kindly smiling face at me. Probably, only the feeling of falling in love with a woman of the right age for the first time can be compared with the feeling of falling in love with football.
It just so happened that one day 6 years ago, I didn't think Arsenal was the name of a team before that day, just like I knew Liverpool as a team, but I didn't know it was most of the time. Being used as a place name is as natural and ridiculous as thinking that Eto'o has always played at left-back. I made up the names I could write into the first set of players, and I almost had Messi to guard the goal. That half ridiculous scrap of paper.
I originally pinned my hopes on Liverpool. The team I originally fell in love with was supposed to be Liverpool, but Liverpool lost - I used Liverpool and Wang Zhao to play P2 live and lost, and I lost without temper, Bellamy and Walter The striker formed by Ronin seems to have disappeared under the overall defense of Chelsea (it is not ruled out that his live skills are too poor, especially with the handle), and he even doubts whether they are really strikers, and whether there are strikers in Liverpool in 2007, I remember it clearly because I played Arsenal afterwards.
I didn't expect Henry to run so fast and strong in the game. I was surprised to see Rosicky, the all-powerful Czech team in the porridge-loving Czech team, playing for Arsenal. , Gilberto, who is both honest and terrifying, can always get a spot like that.
This is the impression and shock that I got directly after that game. This is a fast, flexible and dynamic team. At least I didn't lose as badly as before.
If it wasn't for the live game that afternoon, if the Yellow River let me use Manchester United or the Showa handsome allowed me to use Chelsea, if I could compete with either side of Liverpool in the game, if the team Huang He recommended to me was Tottenham or Tottenham. Newcastle, the poster hanging on the bedside wall should be Owen or Robbie Keane instead of Robin van Persie, if Arsenal under my hand can't do it, if the Arsenal shirt with red body and white sleeves looks ugly to me ( For example, Arsenal's dark blood red jersey in 2005), and if the league we put at the center is not the Premier League (the "off-topics" we discuss together rarely last long), and if Arsenal are not One of the top four made it easy for them and me to think about and accept this Arsenal (like they didn't recommend Reading or Portsmouth to me) and I think that all changed.
It's all a coincidence, the funny thing is that my love for this great team started with the game.
Maybe it's a coincidence, almost ridiculous, from that moment in 2007, from the moment I was honorably part of a gun fanatic, our team started the championship-free days that continue to this day, and it's this period that can make Is it my fault that Arsenal and I haven't enjoyed the glory of a single title in a year of going to a full primary school alone and being allowed to squat?"
To keep playing live, so keep researching. I'm thinking about using 442 or 451. Maybe the combination of Henry and Adebayo is the most suitable striker partner. 451 is nothing more than moving Xiaofa to the midfielder position, and the emperor is at the front. One day, the handsome guy suggested that I play 433. Later, I won a big victory. The result showed that the attack power formed by Henry + Adebayor + Van Persie was very terrifying. In order to win live games, I have to study the opponent's situation. I start writing lineups, memorizing players' names in Chinese and English, reading Football Weekly, and starting to collect star posters. And just like that, an era was born. But the real game of football is still foreign to me, and Arsenal, which I was really passionate about before, was actually another team.
Two days later, it was Mother's Day. It was she who led me to watch the first football match of my life on TV, the 2002 World Cup group match between the Chinese national team and Costa Rica. It was a real match, a newcomer to the World Cup. I lost two goals in a row, I was nervous, I was angry, children are always sensitive and innocent. I don't deny that it is because of my feelings for the motherland that I have an irresistible fascination with football, and I don't know why. I even watched the final of that year. I remember Ronaldo's fill-up, and I remember Kahn, who was on his knees behind him and watching the Brazilian celebrate with disappointment. Some people will succeed and some people will fail.
So I vowed to leave a mark on every competition, such as the Asian Cup in my motherland in 2004. It is no exaggeration to say that I watched all the competitions on TV. The semi-finals were very anxious. When Liu Yunfei (?) saved the uncreative and unconfident penalty kick of the Iranian team, and the Chinese team advanced to the final, I jumped for joy! I was excited to buy the next day's Beijing Evening News, Beijing Times, and even Beijing Youth Daily. . . In the final we lost to the nasty Japan, when the most powerful player in the Japanese team, who is regarded by the world as their soul, scored a goal with his arm and celebrated with peace of mind, I was almost ignited! That's it, this is the me I suspect has ever existed in history, maybe I collected all 16 days of various newspapers on the Asia Cup topic, and even made a one-line book that can only exist in my memory now. The booklet recorded all the scores, and even painted the national flags of various countries. I clearly remember the Asian Cup logo surrounded by a red dragon, because I could draw it effortlessly at the time. The memory of that year is always the familiar street, the people drinking beer at night and playing the upgrade, the tempting aroma of kebabs wafted in the air, and there was a TV outside the ramen restaurant, and the game was being broadcast live. I'm thinking about where I should be standing and what angle I should use to see all of this 8 years ago.
It's nice to be able to write about the past in the comfort of my empty dorm, and despite the lack of electricity, all four computers are at my command. After writing about the past, I can write about the present in the future. I can say a lot about football, of course I don't remember so many games before Arsenal, it's only when life and those games come together that I do, and I firmly believe that if football and life were separated Come on, neither can survive, so I'm paranoid about how unfortunate people are without football in their lives.
When time came to my high school, the time for three years seemed to be stagnant in the afternoon of a summer day in high school or high school. The lazy sunshine shot through the window and caused the whole world to feel tired. That is my favorite feeling.
I can break my head for football and never back down because I know I'm representing Arsenal and even football. Like my attitude towards life. When I was inevitably going to look at the signpost with maturity, and I couldn't turn back on this path of life that was destined to be painful and lost, I also chose to move forward, even though I didn't want to grow up, not at all. All the ups and downs in the process are sweet when I look back on it, and the process is sad no matter how hard I think about it. Youth has been buried by my own hands and cannot be saved. If life was going well, if everyone was doing me a favor, I would definitely not like football, maybe not even live.
That's why, nothing gives me more strength than the pain and depression of being stabbed by this person, this thing and that, knowing that Arsenal have smashed their opponents with a big victory or run wild for two hours on the dirt field. Yes, it is power.
I am not an Englishman. I can go to the stadium in person. I can release all my spirits in the nearest place, and cheer for the goal at the first time. I can also feel the cultural atmosphere brought by a stadium or a football city. I can interact with so many at the same time. People go through ups and downs at the same time. I haven’t even been to any of the venues, but I’m still a fan. Don't pay attention to others, I love football, it has nothing to do with you, as great as I love you and has nothing to do with you, in fact, the platonic love behind that sentence is rarely achieved.
In Arsenal's 7-1 slaughter of Dinamo Zagreb, I will not forget the arc of Xiaofa on the edge of the penalty area. Although it was a game many years ago, it brought me an afternoon of happiness. And tranquility, sometimes I also like the feeling of surfing the Internet on the second floor of Lianchuang, because I will see the game highlights, because I know that everything will light up after watching it. For example, in the Champions League in 2009, we were a guest in Rome and eliminated the strong-willed Italian in a penalty shootout. In 2010, we reversed the mighty Chelsea 2-1 at Stamford Bridge. In 2011, we sunk the Cosmos 2-1 at home. With Ramsey's 1-goal victory over Manchester United, the suspense of the championship that year continued for one more round, like any victory against a giant, any victory even in the League Cup. The team gave me the same joy, those losses messed up my brain in the same way, like the 8-goal loss to Manchester United at Old Trafford, I really doubt that some games are real, like the Gunners at Camp Nou 1 Losing the game by 4 and not having a shot, for example, in the last minute of stoppage time in the Carabao Cup final last year because of two unbelievable fatal errors in a row, Birmingham lore, for example, we were 4 goals ahead In situations where the Magpies are forcibly equalized, for example, Robin van Persie hits the goal frame one after another in a game, such as being conceded 4 goals by Blackburn's three shots... I know that victory is as common as defeat, I Don't feel ashamed. Maybe I have never had a championship plot. Whether it is Arsenal or the Chinese team, my desire for championships is definitely not as ardent as Manchester United fans or Barcelona fans, or even Manchester City fans. As long as the game is reasonable, we still play gorgeous Football, we have more ball possession and more shots than our opponents, that's enough, you say our defense is weak, say Almunia, Galla, Senderos, Clichy, Mertesacker , Gibbs, Vermaelen, and Keschelny were all overwhelmed, you name it. We've been doing miracles all the time, we've been in the top four all the time, and I'm not angry at all when you joke that we don't have a championship. That feeling is hard to articulate, really hard to articulate.
Three days of nagging announced a beginning and a promise, dedicated to football, dedicated to life, dedicated to myself, selfish.
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