Good Morning/Afternoon and Evening to all the night crawling gooners.
I had been invited to write a piece for this blog a while ago. So far I have declined the offer, either too uninspired, our dreadful performances (heh) or too shy, but suddenly something has touched a nerve.
The ‘Goldenboy awards’ were presented the other night, to honour the best of young, European footballing talent (irritable Bale syndrome not included).
As a 30-year-old Essex lad brought up by two generations of top flight Goons, I feel obliged to ‘have a say’.
Manchester City striker Mario Balotelli won the aforementioned award, just a place ahead of Frodo Wilshere. ……..
Now, Mr Balotelli has now stated, and I quote….
“What is his name? Wil…? No, I don’t know him but the next time I play Arsenal, I will watch out for him. Maybe I will show him the Golden Boy and remind him I have won it!”
Bringing me on to my piece, and the subject of my reply, I once read a book by the late great Spike Milligan (his tombstone inscription reads – ‘I told you I was ill’). I believe the book was titled ‘Hitler, my part of his downfall’.
The book is Spike’s reminisces of the 2nd world war, and in one chapter, whilst serving in North Africa he recalls a friendly football match between his battalion and a local team, who in fairness and barefoot made the British contingent look quite ordinary.
The Short stocky Yorkshireman at left back with short ‘crew cut’ hair was being given a torrid time by the seven-foot nippy African right-winger, who on every time he took the ball past him, quipped ‘ Stanley Matthews, eh, Stanley Matthews!!!.
After being ‘skinned’ by the winger several times, the left back took both man and ball with a sickening thud! And whilst leaning over the prostrate winger, calmly said ‘WILF ‘F*****G COPPING’
As far as I remember from the book I don’t think the winger got another minute on the pitch let alone a touch.
I would like to add at his point that the book was read a long time ago and memory is quite hazy, but I do thoroughly recommend reading it.
Wilfred Copping, pictured above, was signed by Arsenal in the summer of 1934 for £8,000, as a replacement for Bob John and immediately took a first-team place at left half. He made his debut against Portsmouth on August 25, 1934, and was an ever-present in his first season for the club, until suffering a serious knee injury in the third-last match of the season against Everton. Copping soldiered on and remained on the pitch to ensure Arsenal won the game 2-0; this ensured the club won the 1934-35 First Division title.
Copping recovered from his injury to continue playing for Arsenal, making over 35 appearances in each of his first four seasons with the club. During his time at Highbury, Arsenal won the FA Cup in 1935-36, another League title in 1937-38, and two Charity Shields. His England career also continued, and he was one of seven Arsenal players to start England’s match against Italy in November 1934 (the “Battle of Highbury”) – a game for which he named man of the match. In total he won 20 caps for England between 1933 and 1939.
Now, I know for a fact, Jack Wilshere reads Arseblog.com, and I hope blogs from the Arse read the excellent ramblings from this site. So Jack, Frodo, Bilbo, if you do come across this post, on the 5th of January, let ‘Super Mario’ know exactly who ‘super, super Jack’ is…
Can I just take this moment to thank all Highbury House readers and posters big time, especially the lovely Rico for all the time, effort and pride.
Happy Christmas, 3 points off the chavs and a Happy New Year!!
Written by Rocastle