23 years ago yesterday, we lost the footballing great that was David Rocastle. He was famous for his wonderful skill, his indomitable spirit, his boundless tenacity. It was somehow fitting that Arsenal should be playing one of the biggest games of the season, in which we would need to exhibit all these qualities, on the anniversary of his passing.
Pre-match I must confess to being surprised at seeing Stones on the bench and Walker completely missing. Football managers can tend to be economical with the actualité and I had assumed that their early removal from England games and statement of their lack of fitness had been part of the well-known City approach to a certain amount of, shall we say, obfuscation. Conspiracy theories be damned…. For our part it was a surprise to see Martinelli on the bench rather than the pitch.
The game started as expected with City dominating both ball and territory. It was immediately noticeable that Arsenal were quite willing not to press and be moved out of their shape when the City keeper in particular had the ball. This was clearly a planned approach on the part of Arteta. And it began to reap rewards as we were beginning to win the ball back high up the field as a result of not being a man down through not pressing the keeper, when in the 7th minute we broke their possession in the final third as they attempted to play out from the back, resulting in a super cross from Ben White to find Jesùs who chested down and got his shot off, just pass the post. In response on 15 minutes a City corner resulted in Ake managing to misconnect with a header and the ball dribbling to Raya. Replays clearly show Ake pushing his marker, Jorginho, in the back in order to win the space needed but as we know from the other petro-financed club, some pushes are more equal than others so I wouldn’t have expected any resulting goal to have been overturned.
Having weathered the initial 25-minute onslaught, Arsenal began to grow more into the game, still from the security of the compact, disciplined tactical approach. The game slowed down to the extent that it rather more closely resembled a Serie A game than the usual blood and thunder of the Premiership. Arsenal were winning the psychological battle and the noise from the home fans was noticeably diminished.
The second half began and it immediately became apparent that Arsenal had decided that they could now put the press into effect. Arteta had clearly figured out that you can’t press City for 90 minutes and so, in true George Graham-Anfield ‘89 style, elected to keep it tight until half time and expend the energy in the second half. On 51 minutes, the change in approach nearly yielded a reward when the pressing from Havertz, Odegaard and Saka resulted in a loose pass played into the midfield from Dias. Finally, the ball was won back by White and Saliba, who had run as far as the edge of the City defensive third in order to press Gvardiol and Foden respectively. Saliba’s immediate pass forward to Ødegaard allowed the Norwegian to slip in Saka, who had made an excellent run in between Foden and Dias in the inside right channel. Saka hit a low first time cross towards the far post and Jesùs slid in but was a couple of feet from putting the ball into the net. Slick, quick, crisp passing. From the quick goal kick City tried to break but first Jorginho, twice, and then Ødegaard made tactical fouls to ensure that the forward momentum which had resulted in us being momentarily out of shape could not be pounced upon by City. Unsurprisingly, the City players complained in unison in the petulant manner one might expect employees of a club with 115 financial irregularity charges hanging over it to do. But the referee, probably inured to seeing City perform the same trick many times over recent years, took no further action than awarding a free kick.
On 60 minutes, Guardiola brought off Kovacic and Foden and replaced them with Grealish and Doku in a signal of attacking intent. Normally we are used to seeing Doku deployed on the left, where his lack of faith in his left foot noticeably results in him having to cut inside. Today he was positioned on the right and it very much looked as though the Arsenal defenders had been given detailed instructions to try to show him inside onto his left, as, one magical shimmy aside, he was shepherded expertly by the Arsenal defence,.
In response to these changes, Arteta acted quickly and on 65 minutes replaced Kiwior, who to my mind had been very good, especially bearing in mind he had played 120 mins for his country in midweek, with Tomiyasu in order to assist with keeping Doku quiet, and Jorginho with Partey. Earlier in the season there was some disquiet around the perceived unwillingness of Arteta to make substitutions in a timely manner. Here he acted calmly and decisively, spotting exactly what was needed. Jesùs was booked for stupidity shortly after and again Arteta acted promptly by substituting him with Trossard, a clearly tiring Saka also being replaced by Martinelli minutes later. Saka had bust a gut in acting as back up for Ben White to ensure City could not overload down his wing, as indeed had Jesùs on the opposite flank. Attention to detail is a cornerstone of Arteta’s management and we are all the better for it.
Going into the final 15 minutes, the game opened up as both teams somewhat released the handbrake. Space started to appear as the dominant defences tired. On 83 minutes, Haaland somehow failed to capitalise on a corner which resulted in him being free at the far post, looking to knock the ball back for the onrushing Dias to put into an empty net. However, he miraculously missed his kick, showing fine motor skills resembling those of a newborn deer. Perhaps it was as a result of him struggling to get accustomed to the bright light shining down in the spring sun, having spent much of the previous 80 odd minutes in the inside pockets of Saliba and Gabriel.
Almost immediately Arsenal had a wonderful opportunity to score. Partey received the ball facing the Arsenal goal in our final third, turned smartly, shaking off the attentions of the possibly still blinking Haaland, and played a delightful through ball to Ødegaard who passed it smartly on down the outside left channel to Trossard. The Belgian had timed his run to perfection to break the high line but needed to pass immediately to the far post where Martinelli was running in. Having not taken this option, Trossard managed to retrieve the situation partially and got a shot off, but in truth the save was comfortable for Ortega.
The referee blew and I imagine the deep breaths from the Arsenal fans felt like the first they had taken all match. Competitive spirit was still high and Gabriel, who was having none of the Norwegian T-1000 cyborg’s nonsense walked off still arguing the toss him. It was good to see.
Conclusions
The performance yesterday was full of the qualities so familiar to those us who had the pleasure of watching that great No. 7 of days gone by. – skill, spirit, tenacity. David Rocastle would not have been out of place on the pitch in this game. Look at the way in which Jesus and Saka sublimated much of their forward ambition in order to provide extra security for the full backs. Look at the way Foden and de Bruyne were shackled by a midfield which was resolute in understanding and sticking to a compact, disciplined approach. Above all, look at the way Saliba and Gabriel refused to be bullied by the huge physical presence of Haaland. City had not failed to score at home for two and a half years, a remarkable feat. We restricted them to a grand total of a single effort on goal and at the same time, to my mind at least, we had the better chances. For me, yesterday was the day that this manager and team truly came of age. We may not win anything this year, but even the most purblind pundit can’t fail to see the progress we have made and the inexorable upward trajectory of the club as a whole. David Rocastle would, I am sure, have been proud of the team and the manager and the way in which they refused to be cowed into submission against the team which is current holder of the Premier League and Champions League titles. We have a team once again capable of living up to that famous quote.