Mikel Arteta won exactly the same amount of his first 300 games in charge of Arsenal as Jurgen Klopp did in the same time at Liverpool
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Ibrahima Konate signs a picture of him kissing the Premier League trophy and says to Arsenal’s William Saliba: “Hey Wilo, it’s yours this year.” Saliba responds: “No, it’s Liverpool again, gotta put the pressure on them”
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Is Gyok Transformative?
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How Viktor Gyokeres Has TRANSFORMED Arsenal Already
Viktor Gyokeres is the player everyone is talking about after his first few months at Arsenal. In this video, we analyse how he has changed Arsenal's system to help the players around him. But also how he needs to improve, to decide if he has been good enough…
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Still thinking about this clip. We've had players like RVP leave because they didn't win anything. But here's Wilo saying that he's not won the club a trophy to even think about leaving.
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[James Olley] Bukayo Saka has now scored more goals for England's men (13) than any other Arsenal player in history (previous was Cliff Bastin on 12).
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Bukayo Saka has now scored more goals for England's men (13) than any other Arsenal player in history (previous was Cliff Bastin on 12).
Mkhitaryan on why he left Man United: "I had lost my patience with Jose Mourinho. I said to him 'You have been criticizing me for 2 years, you are shit!' He said 'I never want to see you again'. He would not say a word to me in training, but every night he'd send a text 'Leave so I can get Alexis'."
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Bukayo Saka and his dangerous left foot 🪄. Add tonight's goal to the list ⚽️✨️
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Something Strange Happened That Made Me Believe: We’re Winning the League
INTRO
I know this is going to sound absolutely mental, probably end up on /rsoccercirclejerk and be used as pasta....but hear me out.
A little while back, I was going through a really rough patch in my life. I was completely drained. Mentally, emotionally, physically… you name it.
There were nights where I’d just lie awake, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts bouncing between how everything had gotten so heavy and whether there was any meaning to my suffering.
The story I’m about to tell you takes place on one of those nights.
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CONTEXT
Now, before I go on, you should probably know something about me. I’ve been an Arsenal fan for as long as I can remember. One of my earliest and most vivid memories as a kid is watching us lose the 2006 Champions League final to Barcelona and crying my eyes out. Thierry henry desperately trying to catch his breath by the corner flag is forever burned in my brain. I was only nine years old, too young to have truly witnessed the Invincibles, but just old enough for that heartbreak to stick.
Since then, I’ve barely missed a game. I’ve grown up with this club through the fleeting highs, the banter years and the false dawns. And somewhere along the way, I started to notice something strange: my life has always seemed to run in parallel with our club’s story.
When we were struggling to find our rhythm, I was struggling to find mine. When we started to rebuild, I was picking myself back up too. When we showed flashes of brilliance but couldn’t quite finish the job, I saw that same pattern in my own life. Always "getting there" but never arriving.
During Wenger’s final years, when we were searching for our identity, I was going through the most transformative period of my life, trying to figure out who I really was.
When Arteta finally entered the picture, it was around the same time I decided to start doing things my own way, to let go of a life built on other people’s expectations and old beliefs that had quietly shaped who I thought I had to be.
It’s hard to explain, but it’s always felt like when Arsenal rise, I rise too. When we fall short, I do as well. Maybe that’s just what happens when you grow up with a club so deeply tied to your emotions, but to me, it’s always felt like something more than coincidence.
And in over 20 years of being a fan, I’ve never actually seen us win the Premier League. Maybe that’s part of why this experience hit me so hard, because in some strange way, Arsenal’s story has always felt like my own.
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THE NIGHT
Anyways, during one of those nights I was talking about earlier, when everything just felt heavy and hopeless, I decided to journal. I knew exactly why I was doing it. I wanted to write down all the weird coincidences I had experienced in past.
I wasn’t doing it just for curiosity’s sake. I think, deep down, I was trying to hold on to some kind of hope. If I could remind myself that life had shown me these strange, connected moments before, maybe it meant that there was still meaning behind everything and perhaps a future I've always envisioned.
As I started writing, I started remembering more and more of moments that once felt random but now seemed like threads in a pattern I didn’t fully understand.
And somewhere in that reflective headspace, I had a thought: what if I could try to create one of these coincidences again, but this time in the future?
My line of thinking was that these coincidences that occurred in the past were maybe trying to show me how I can align myself with whatever current of meaning or energy had created them in the first place. Maybe if I acted with intention, I could tap into that current again.
So I decided to give it a go. I figured if I could “call” a coincidence, maybe it would be proof that I wasn’t completely disconnected from life and that there was still some kind of dialogue happening between me and the world around me.
The first thing that came to my mind was, you guessed it...Arsenal. Our
INTRO
I know this is going to sound absolutely mental, probably end up on /rsoccercirclejerk and be used as pasta....but hear me out.
A little while back, I was going through a really rough patch in my life. I was completely drained. Mentally, emotionally, physically… you name it.
There were nights where I’d just lie awake, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts bouncing between how everything had gotten so heavy and whether there was any meaning to my suffering.
The story I’m about to tell you takes place on one of those nights.
\--
CONTEXT
Now, before I go on, you should probably know something about me. I’ve been an Arsenal fan for as long as I can remember. One of my earliest and most vivid memories as a kid is watching us lose the 2006 Champions League final to Barcelona and crying my eyes out. Thierry henry desperately trying to catch his breath by the corner flag is forever burned in my brain. I was only nine years old, too young to have truly witnessed the Invincibles, but just old enough for that heartbreak to stick.
Since then, I’ve barely missed a game. I’ve grown up with this club through the fleeting highs, the banter years and the false dawns. And somewhere along the way, I started to notice something strange: my life has always seemed to run in parallel with our club’s story.
When we were struggling to find our rhythm, I was struggling to find mine. When we started to rebuild, I was picking myself back up too. When we showed flashes of brilliance but couldn’t quite finish the job, I saw that same pattern in my own life. Always "getting there" but never arriving.
During Wenger’s final years, when we were searching for our identity, I was going through the most transformative period of my life, trying to figure out who I really was.
When Arteta finally entered the picture, it was around the same time I decided to start doing things my own way, to let go of a life built on other people’s expectations and old beliefs that had quietly shaped who I thought I had to be.
It’s hard to explain, but it’s always felt like when Arsenal rise, I rise too. When we fall short, I do as well. Maybe that’s just what happens when you grow up with a club so deeply tied to your emotions, but to me, it’s always felt like something more than coincidence.
And in over 20 years of being a fan, I’ve never actually seen us win the Premier League. Maybe that’s part of why this experience hit me so hard, because in some strange way, Arsenal’s story has always felt like my own.
\-----
THE NIGHT
Anyways, during one of those nights I was talking about earlier, when everything just felt heavy and hopeless, I decided to journal. I knew exactly why I was doing it. I wanted to write down all the weird coincidences I had experienced in past.
I wasn’t doing it just for curiosity’s sake. I think, deep down, I was trying to hold on to some kind of hope. If I could remind myself that life had shown me these strange, connected moments before, maybe it meant that there was still meaning behind everything and perhaps a future I've always envisioned.
As I started writing, I started remembering more and more of moments that once felt random but now seemed like threads in a pattern I didn’t fully understand.
And somewhere in that reflective headspace, I had a thought: what if I could try to create one of these coincidences again, but this time in the future?
My line of thinking was that these coincidences that occurred in the past were maybe trying to show me how I can align myself with whatever current of meaning or energy had created them in the first place. Maybe if I acted with intention, I could tap into that current again.
So I decided to give it a go. I figured if I could “call” a coincidence, maybe it would be proof that I wasn’t completely disconnected from life and that there was still some kind of dialogue happening between me and the world around me.
The first thing that came to my mind was, you guessed it...Arsenal. Our
story has always felt like my story: the constant fight to rebuild and finally make it back to where we belong. So I wrote down the following, word for word:
"Arsenal will win the premier league this year". I thought worse case scenario, it would motivate me to continue the trend of aligning myself with Arsenal in case we actually do win. If that makes sense. If this was finally going to be Arsenal's year, It was also going to be mine.
Right after I wrote that we would win the league, I was about to close the notebook when something happened. It was like a quiet, undeniable yet visceral nudge inside of me. Not a voice, more like a feeling that I could not ignore. and the feeling was telling me write down the number "31".
I didn't question it, I picked up the pen again and wrote down verbatim:
"31, idk why"
I literally had no explanation for it but I couldn't ignore the feeling. I closed my journal and finally managed sleep.
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THE NEXT DAY
I swear that the following events I'm about to describe are 100% true.
The very next day, we were playing ~~West Ham~~ Nottingham and of course I was watching it live. I was not even thinking about what I had written the night before. Then midway through the first half, Zubimendi smashes in a screamer. I glance at the clock.
31st minute.
That is when I remembered my note from the night before. Instant goosebumps. I couldn't wait to tell someone.
My brother, who is also a fan, had missed the game and planned to watch the replay after work. I did not want to spoil anything, so I messaged him, “Text me when you finish the game. I have something crazy to tell you.”
That night I texted him, “You finished yet?”
He replied, “Watching right now. 31 minutes in.”
My heart skipped. I took the stairs two at a time and burst into the living room thinking I had somehow managed to text him exactly at the 31st minute of the match, like he had just seen the goal. Which would have already been crazy, right?
He looked at me a bit confused and I realized he did not have the face of someone who had just witnessed a Zubi screamer.
“Wait, what minute are you at?”
He paused the game, glanced at me, and tilted the screen toward me. It was not the match clock. It was the replay timestamp. It read 31:31. The scrub bar, the little numbers, everything. Thirty one minutes, thirty one seconds.
I just stood there. The night before I had written, “31, idk why.” We scored in the 31st minute. And now he happened to text me and pause the video at exactly 31:31 in the replay.
I mean… what the fuck.
My eyes stung. I struggled to explain why I was freaking out. I know it sounds silly, but in that moment it felt like the universe doubled down and answered back, almost as if to say "is that enough proof?"
I know numbers and fate do not win titles. Players do. Tactics do. Work does. But that experience reminded me why I fell in love with this club in the first place. because following Arsenal has always been about more than ninety minutes. It is about belief when it would be easier not to believe, about showing up again after the near misses, about rebuilding until the pieces finally click. Thirty-one felt like the world tapping me on the shoulder and telling me to keep going, that our story and my story are still moving in the right direction. So I am choosing faith over fear. I am choosing to back us all the way. After twenty years of waiting, I can feel it in my chest: this is the one. We are ready. Come on you Gunners.
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EDIT: the game I watched was against Nottingham
EDIT EDIT:
I'm trying to read every comment and I just want to say I really appreciate them all. If this post struck a chord with you in any way, then in a small but very real sense, you are now part of the story too. So thank you.
And to those with banter and who had a laugh: honestly, same. Some of the comments has me cracking up. Life can be too serious as is so I'm happy to provide people
"Arsenal will win the premier league this year". I thought worse case scenario, it would motivate me to continue the trend of aligning myself with Arsenal in case we actually do win. If that makes sense. If this was finally going to be Arsenal's year, It was also going to be mine.
Right after I wrote that we would win the league, I was about to close the notebook when something happened. It was like a quiet, undeniable yet visceral nudge inside of me. Not a voice, more like a feeling that I could not ignore. and the feeling was telling me write down the number "31".
I didn't question it, I picked up the pen again and wrote down verbatim:
"31, idk why"
I literally had no explanation for it but I couldn't ignore the feeling. I closed my journal and finally managed sleep.
\----
THE NEXT DAY
I swear that the following events I'm about to describe are 100% true.
The very next day, we were playing ~~West Ham~~ Nottingham and of course I was watching it live. I was not even thinking about what I had written the night before. Then midway through the first half, Zubimendi smashes in a screamer. I glance at the clock.
31st minute.
That is when I remembered my note from the night before. Instant goosebumps. I couldn't wait to tell someone.
My brother, who is also a fan, had missed the game and planned to watch the replay after work. I did not want to spoil anything, so I messaged him, “Text me when you finish the game. I have something crazy to tell you.”
That night I texted him, “You finished yet?”
He replied, “Watching right now. 31 minutes in.”
My heart skipped. I took the stairs two at a time and burst into the living room thinking I had somehow managed to text him exactly at the 31st minute of the match, like he had just seen the goal. Which would have already been crazy, right?
He looked at me a bit confused and I realized he did not have the face of someone who had just witnessed a Zubi screamer.
“Wait, what minute are you at?”
He paused the game, glanced at me, and tilted the screen toward me. It was not the match clock. It was the replay timestamp. It read 31:31. The scrub bar, the little numbers, everything. Thirty one minutes, thirty one seconds.
I just stood there. The night before I had written, “31, idk why.” We scored in the 31st minute. And now he happened to text me and pause the video at exactly 31:31 in the replay.
I mean… what the fuck.
My eyes stung. I struggled to explain why I was freaking out. I know it sounds silly, but in that moment it felt like the universe doubled down and answered back, almost as if to say "is that enough proof?"
I know numbers and fate do not win titles. Players do. Tactics do. Work does. But that experience reminded me why I fell in love with this club in the first place. because following Arsenal has always been about more than ninety minutes. It is about belief when it would be easier not to believe, about showing up again after the near misses, about rebuilding until the pieces finally click. Thirty-one felt like the world tapping me on the shoulder and telling me to keep going, that our story and my story are still moving in the right direction. So I am choosing faith over fear. I am choosing to back us all the way. After twenty years of waiting, I can feel it in my chest: this is the one. We are ready. Come on you Gunners.
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P.S. Mods I apologize if this post doesn't belong here, just felt like it had to be shared, feel free to delete.
EDIT: the game I watched was against Nottingham
EDIT EDIT:
I'm trying to read every comment and I just want to say I really appreciate them all. If this post struck a chord with you in any way, then in a small but very real sense, you are now part of the story too. So thank you.
And to those with banter and who had a laugh: honestly, same. Some of the comments has me cracking up. Life can be too serious as is so I'm happy to provide people