Ever since that fateful day in February 2010, the Stoke-Arsenal rivalry has become one of the most fervent fixtures of any Prem season. At the Arsenal end, of course, we have Tottenham and Man U. Stoke have West Brom and Port Vale. Stoke-Arsenal, especially at Britannia, has become a match marked by one horrific tackle, a tackle thas has reduced two men to caricatures of their respective clubs while reducing fans on both sides to foaming-at-the-mouth lunatics. The storyline could come from right out of The Hunger Games.
In it, we're the residents of the lavish Capitol, complete with our effete, urbane fashions, frou-frou foods, and sissified morals. The Potters, then, are denizens of one of the backwater, hardscrabble districts. It plays out an old, old tension between the urban and the rural, made into even more of a parody by the styles each club purportedly plays. On one hand, Arsenal play an aesthetically "pleasing" style consisting of intricate passing and balletic movement, performed by spritely, elvish middies who scamper and flit about the ball. On the other, Stoke play a more-rugged style, involving aggressive tackles and long-balls delivered by oafish lummoxes who are just as happy to run through an opponent as they are to score a goal—maybe even more so.
It's all a bit reductive, isn't it? Sure, Arsenal are famous or infamous for that style, just as Stoke is for theirs. However, each style has become a straw-man for the other side to knock down. Each side now serves as a scapegoat for the other's frustrations. The two individual men involved, conveniently, play their roles. Ours is dapper, dashing even; theirs is gangly and looming. Both then serve as the villain against whom fans can fulminate, venting their deepest frustrations on two who arguably deserve better from their opponent's supporters.
As for each of them, I doubt that they enjoy the role into which they've been thrust. Does Shawcross want to play the role of vicious leg-breaker? No. Does Ramsey savor the role of helpless victim? Again, no. There is more to each man than that, but it's a lot easier for us to rely on caricatures and stereotypes than it is to notice nuance and subtlety. Quicker, too.
However, so intense and so ingrained have the emotions become that it's hard to imagine a future without them. Some kind of catharsis is needed, some kind of emotional purge that will allow fans on either side to remember that this, after all, only a game, and such games were meant to allow culture-clashes to be settled without outright war or bloodshed. As tempting and as emotionally satisfying as it may feel to continue to nurse that bloodlust, wishing ill on certain players, segments of fans, even entire towns, that strips us all of a little something that separates from our more-primitive forebears whether we reside in Stoke or London. At some point, we'll have to realize that it is just a game, and the villainy we ascribe to our perceived enemies exists largely in our own fevered imaginations.
Having said all of this, I hope you don't mistake me for some kind of namby-pamby who hopes that the two squads will form a circle and sing "Give Peace a Chance." I want to see the Gunners score and score often, pummeling the Potters into submission. Again, none of this comes from hatred of Stoke or of Shawcross. It's not personal. It's just business, and I hope we take care of ours on Saturday.
That, however, is probably a bridge too far to cross. So intense and so ingrained have the emotions become that it's hard to imagine a future without it. Some kind of catharsis is needed, some kind of emotional purge that will allow fans on either side to remember that this, after all, only a game. As tempting and as emotionally satisfying as it may feel to continue to nurse that bloodlust, wishing harm on certain players, segments of fans, even entire towns, that strips us all of a little something that separates from our more-primitive forebears whether we reside in Stoke or London. At some point, we'll have to realize that it is just a game, and the villainy we ascribe to our perceived enemies exists largely in our own fevered imaginations.
Having said all of this, I hope you don't mistake me for some kind of namby-pamby. I hope we pummel the Potters with goal after goal after goal. Again, none of this comes from hatred of Stoke or of Shawcross. It's just business, and I hope we take care of ours on Saturday.
It's all a bit reductive, isn't it? Sure, Arsenal are famous or infamous for that style, just as Stoke is for theirs. However, each style has become a straw-man for the other side to knock down. Each side now serves as a scapegoat for the other's frustrations. The two individual men involved, conveniently, play their roles. Ours is dapper, dashing even; theirs is gangly and looming. Both then serve as the villain against whom fans can fulminate, venting their deepest frustrations on two who arguably deserve better from their opponent's supporters.
As for each of them, I doubt that they enjoy the role into which they've been thrust. Does Shawcross want to play the role of vicious leg-breaker? No. Does Ramsey savor the role of helpless victim? Again, no. There is more to each man than that, but it's a lot easier for us to rely on caricatures and stereotypes than it is to notice nuance and subtlety. Quicker, too.
However, so intense and so ingrained have the emotions become that it's hard to imagine a future without them. Some kind of catharsis is needed, some kind of emotional purge that will allow fans on either side to remember that this, after all, only a game, and such games were meant to allow culture-clashes to be settled without outright war or bloodshed. As tempting and as emotionally satisfying as it may feel to continue to nurse that bloodlust, wishing ill on certain players, segments of fans, even entire towns, that strips us all of a little something that separates from our more-primitive forebears whether we reside in Stoke or London. At some point, we'll have to realize that it is just a game, and the villainy we ascribe to our perceived enemies exists largely in our own fevered imaginations.
Having said all of this, I hope you don't mistake me for some kind of namby-pamby who hopes that the two squads will form a circle and sing "Give Peace a Chance." I want to see the Gunners score and score often, pummeling the Potters into submission. Again, none of this comes from hatred of Stoke or of Shawcross. It's not personal. It's just business, and I hope we take care of ours on Saturday.
That, however, is probably a bridge too far to cross. So intense and so ingrained have the emotions become that it's hard to imagine a future without it. Some kind of catharsis is needed, some kind of emotional purge that will allow fans on either side to remember that this, after all, only a game. As tempting and as emotionally satisfying as it may feel to continue to nurse that bloodlust, wishing harm on certain players, segments of fans, even entire towns, that strips us all of a little something that separates from our more-primitive forebears whether we reside in Stoke or London. At some point, we'll have to realize that it is just a game, and the villainy we ascribe to our perceived enemies exists largely in our own fevered imaginations.
Having said all of this, I hope you don't mistake me for some kind of namby-pamby. I hope we pummel the Potters with goal after goal after goal. Again, none of this comes from hatred of Stoke or of Shawcross. It's just business, and I hope we take care of ours on Saturday.
So blinkered, untrue and missing so many facts of the issue, what a load of un-researched rubbish. A horrific tackle? No, the affect yes, check out Bednter's shirt tug on Shawcross just as he's about to go into the tackle, and Ramsey jumping in two footed off the ground uncontrolled into the tackle, check out the Stoke players going straight to Ramsey to help him whilst Arsenal players surrounded the referee, who are the more decent team there? Rory Delpas leg was badly broken in a nasty tackle on his home debut for Stoke, you didn't hear people going on about it for years, let alone weeks after it, it's a contact support, it happens.
ReplyDeleteWest Brom? Wolves are a lot closer and more of a rival.
Style of play still the same, giants and thugs like Bojan, Ireland, Assaidi, Arnoutavich? Just like the 101 red cards Arsenal have had under Wenger, have you forgotten about your thuggish team from years ago, Keown etc.
The hatred goes back to the 71 and 72 FA cup semi finals when some very dodgy officials decisions robbed Stoke of places in their first ever FA cup final.
Did you even read the article? The whole point is to look at the issue like a freak accident that's been made into something much much worse by the media and by our own emotions. I don't know if I've seen many Gooner blogs try to break down the stereotypes of this issue but there's no pleasing some people I guess.
ReplyDeleteYes I read it, to say things like 'does Ramsey want to play the victim,no' when he's refused to take an apology from an accident not an 'horrific tackle' like is stated, and the Welsh manager saying 'I'd have to ask Aaron first (on Shawcross playing for Wales)' Ramsey just needs to come out and say something like 'it was an accident lets move on' but he hasn't has he?
ReplyDeleteKelechi Okafor.... get a real name before people take you seriously eh?
ReplyDeleteThis is my real name. I'm from Nigeria. Maybe you've heard of it?
ReplyDeleteShawcross hasn't properly apologized, a text or voicemail after a legbreak like that isn't enough. He should man up and go face to face to Ramsey, look him in the eye and apologise. Even it if was an accident, which I believe it to be.
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