anxiety is setting in
four more sleeps until the big game. the biggest arsenal game since i've been a fan. the biggest arsenal game ever, really. and i am beginning to stress out.
i've had a couple of obsessions in my life, but none so strong as film until football took over. but with film, and in particular harrison ford films, i never felt fear the week before the film opened (at least not until after ford made hollywood homicide). but sport is a different beast. it is a once in a lifetime chance. it is unscripted. it allows fans to be part of something, to root their team on, to embrace the chaotic nature of winners and losers. it is a drug. and i am addicted.
and i need arsenal to win. i need them to win because i am in need of something good. i need them to win to keep henry. i need them to win to complete the giant fuck you to tottenham. i need them to win for bragging rights. i need them to win for my milos. i need them to win so that they will officially become as big as man utd and liverpool. i need them to win because it would bring me joy.
and i know they won't. they are arsenal. they get us close and leave us hanging. but it would be so brilliant if they did win. undoubtedly there will be more to come.