An open letter to Everton fans from a Gunner
Greetings, Toffees. It looks like we have begun a beautiful. tumultuous relationship, having exchanged pleasantries via a win, a loss, and a draw each. I've always admired you from afar, hoping you might someday overtake our own noisome neighbors. However, I never imagined you'd do so in such fine fashion—nor did I think you'd overstep so far, with designs on elbowing us out of the way as well.
Thank god order was restored before too long. Know your place, Toffees, and stick to it. Don't get too big for yer britches, are you'll get spanked, and we'll be the ones holding the paddle.Speaking of spankings, we've offered a few over the years. 7-0. 1-6. 4-1. That last one of course paved the way for us to win the FA Cup. Sorry if we never thanked you properly.
People are going to expect things from you, bigger things than last season. However, that's a Damoclean sword dangling over you. Last season, you were the plucky upstarts punching with the big boys (and landing a few hay-makers, I'll admit). This time through, you've been pencilled in as a top-four contender. The 'underdog' label is gone, and with it the naive freedom that allowed you to ignore the pressures. Not sure you agree? What happened then in the run-in? While our attention was split between the FA Cup and the Prem, you could focus on the Prem. Even fighting the ghosts of our nine-year trophy drought, we also had the grit to reel you in and finish fourth.
Fifth, though, is no mere door-prize, not when the top three spots have already been all but auctioned off to the highest bidder. However, you've also incurred the curse of Europa, and with it accursed sojourns into far-flung footballing backwaters. Long trips. Harsh, unforgiving pitches. Consonant-strewn, vowel-deprived opponents. Long may you toil there, and many Prem points may you drop as a result. I never wish injury on an opponent (well, maybe I did it to John Terry, but exceptions and rules, eh?), but I do foresee fatigue and possible injury becoming more regular companions to you.
We have our own travel-woes, of coruse, having returned from Turkey, land of clubs with that little curlicue in their name?. Be?ikta? battled us to a draw, hacked Arteta to the ground, and forced us to treat our second-leg next week like a cup final. You see the dilemma? Despite my vows that we put you in your places, we may not be able to pull it off. We're a bit...distracted. It's not that we underestimate you—quite the opposite, in fact. It's just that we have little choice but to focus keep one eye on Wednesday's clash, a few players have already picked up knocks, and our German contingent may not be available after winning the World Cup.
Am I prepping a few excuses in case we lose? Yep.
Truth be told, Toffees, I'm pulling for you. Just not today, of course. I'd love to see you finish above theSpuds and Kopites, the Chavs and Mancs. Just not above us.