In the final minutes of a sub-standard performance from a team best
consisting of a few new and old "promising" faces, the 4000 travelling
fans out-sing the 70000-odd crowd at Old Trafford.....they drive the
team on towards a late goal which is a consolation at best....they hope
they would turn it around like the make-shift team did just 3 days
before. They hope they will have a story to tell their children and
grand-children, one about how they pulled one over many glory-hunters, a
few *dickheads, a few rivals*(the actual fans) and a traitor. They hope
they will have a story like the ones Norman Duncan must have a chest
full of. They know its probably not possible, not after the performance
they had put in that afternoon, but that's a gooner for you. For a
gooner knows, that in a land where there is no hope, Arsenal wont
survive. Because that all that's left for us. That is all the board and
the manager accomplishes to give right now. Hopes, hopes that one day
the great man who created and drove the invincibles shall be supported
and he will rise again, and make a team that will give these fans a new
song to sing, a cheerful one, one which will end in a victory, one that
is more than just a hope. Hopes that someday, the promising team will
become a champion team. Hopes that one day, the 4000 fans wont have to
out-sing the 70000 fans, because the 75000 would have already left with
their heads hung in shame. Hopes, that one day, they wont have to make
reasons for their meager performances. Hopes that trophies wouldn't just
be consisted of being able to play in the Champions League, for even FC
Nordsjaelland manages that.
But is it really the hopes of some silver, some glory that ties you to this club? As a legend once asked-
"I really like Arsenal. But you,do you really like Arsenal? Or just Arsenal with trophies?"
I ask you the same. If its going to be another 7 years to a trophy
would you still be a Arsenal fan? Because I would be, as its the club I
love, the little joys that it gives me. One loves this club for every
skipped heartbeat it has given to him/her, every laugh, every win, every
hope, every inspiration, every fight, every relation, every friend. Its
not what in the cabinet that matters, its the hearts and minds that
does. It is these hopes, these recreations from the past, that a Gooner
lives for. That's what makes him/her patient enough to listen
"important" people telling him/her to be patient, giving excuses of
problems hanging from every club's threads.
Having said all that, the hopes that every Gooner keeps, the ones which
drive him/her forward.....are the ones best said below for a man in
love-
As a man waits and craves for his beloved lady,
The one who has eluded him so far,
The one for whose arrival he makes himself ready,
For she can only be so far, only so far.
So what is it that drives you?
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