It’s strange isn’t it, to love a football club. Those same feelings that, if applied to a woman, may result in holidays to exotic lands, marriage and children. You might share a holiday to Venice with the girl of your dreams, or you might chase European dreams with the club you love. That same feeling of heartbreak inflicted by a break up or a divorce could also be provoked by a loss to Manchester United in the Champions League semi-final, or ‘The King’ being sold to Barcelona.
I was born 130 miles away from Arsenal, thrown in to the world as a blank slate without any preconceptions about life or anything it might entail. I could have grown up supporting my local club, Sherborne Town, or decided my allegiances lay up North, with Manchester United. I could have decided English football wasn’t for me and lent my support to Real Madrid or Barcelona. I could even have grown up with no emotional connection to football whatsoever, and opted to follow Rugby, or Cricket.
However, when I was born, my first love was destined to be somewhat different to those who don’t follow football. I didn’t meet a girl, fall in love, spend a year putting countless kisses at the end of texts and then, ultimately, getting dumped, being left a foolish teenager wallowing in self pity having thought he had found ‘the one’.
I didn’t have a choice really, and I’m glad I didn’t. Adopted predominantly by my Dad, Arsenal had a place in our family far before my conception. My love for the Arsenal will always be the first thing I inherited from my family.
Arsenal, and all football clubs for that matter, are almost an extension of life itself, with parallels running flawlessly between the two. My emotions, which are intertwined in both life and football, resemble each other with impeccable veracity.
The ups and downs of life can be compared to that of a football club. The pains of watching your club go into administration can relate to the bank balance attached to the debit card you carry in your wallet. A break up can aggravate the same emotions that being dumped can cause to surface. The trophy-less years Arsenal have endured may relate to an era of mediocrity in your life you can’t seem to get out of.
But, with the bad comes the good. In light of the trophy-less seasons or the hard times in life, the silhouette of success may be becoming ever more discernible on the horizon. Financial stability may manifest itself in the form of foreign take-over, or a lottery win. And, that break up you suffered over for so long may have paved the way to a relationship you could never have dreamed of, be it Mesut Özil, or the girl next door every man yearns for.
It’s strange, isn’t it? But when you experience it, you understand. When you don’t have a choice, you accept it and you love it. Arsenal have an unconditional, everlasting place in my heart and that will never change.
What do Arsenal mean to you?