Arsenal column: Three takeaways from the Man United – Arsenal game

It’s amusing how one moment in a football match affects fan re-engagement so much. If Olivier Giroud had not powered in that header in the 89th minute, this match would have been quickly tossed into the burning garbage fire of Arsenal’s Old Trafford memories, smoldering on a bedrock of rotten pizza, cricket scores, and Ashley Young curlers. But because of that moment, this writer has already gone through multiple viewings of the game highlights, chuckling good-naturedly at a dire, timid performance culminating in the luckiest point the Gunners will earn this season. 

‘Mental strength’ is an ethereal, qualitative term that needs to be conflated with squad strength, player mentality, and fixture context to make more sense. Arsenal have certainly improved their squad strength. Giroud and Oxlade-Chamberlain have come on multiple times to make an attacking difference; Granit Xhaka, Mohamed Elneny, and Aaron Ramsey have been brought on for midfield refurbishment, bite, and stability; and Gibbs has been called upon for shoring up the wing. A far cry from the hilarity of Arshavin as the lone striker, the horror of Armand Traore at left back, and the heartbreak of Gervinho running up blind alleys. 

Player mentality has also taken an upswing. New signings have a common undercurrent of sacrifice and finding opportunity in adversity that has bestowed them with passion, drive, and street-smarts, qualities that Arsenal squads of the past have cried out for. Against Man United, as toothless as Arsenal were in attack, they still had a fiery Chilean running himself ragged at striker, a belligerent German barking orders at the back, and a French-Egyptian duo pulling no punches in midfield. Even long-time Arsenal players like Walcott and Gibbs, hitherto cossetted in the privileged Arsenal crèche, have found the steel to complement their style recently. 

The truth about poor, lucky performances 

There does seem to be some truth behind Arsenal’s good fortune this season. They got away with two penalty appeals against Leicester, had Shane Long to thank for messing up two clear opportunities, held on against Swansea as open chance after open chance went begging, laughed in giddy relief as an offside/handball combo was ignored by the ref against Burnley, and survived penalty shouts and missed headers against Man United. There are too many poor, lucky performances in there to explain down to only mental strength. 

There are many good things about Alex Iwobi, but his lack of support to Nacho Monreal is not one of them. The Spanish left-back has been left high-and-dry on multiple occasions this season, having to contend with pacey opposition like Barrow, Aurier, and Downing, and coming up short. Monreal’s form has been iffy as it is, and his unanswered cries for help have only made things worse. 

Finally, Wenger’s imperfect matching of striking choice to game type has resulted in some labored Arsenal games. The Man United game provides a good example: Mourinho packed the midfield and instructed his players to press hard, forcing Arsenal wide and not giving them more than a couple of eye-blinks to make their passing decisions in the final third. Olivier Giroud’s battle-hardened, cross-friendly style would probably have been a better bet in this scenario than Alexis Sanchez’s pliant, false nine-ish modus operandi. To credit Wenger, he eventually made the substitutions necessary to change the game, but it’s not hard to imagine (albeit with the benefit of hindsight) a better Arsenal performance had Giroud started. 

Jose Mourinho was gleefully self-applying some martyrdom oil before jumping into the ceremonial pyre of his press conference a few days ago. He said: “This match is one between the two managers with the best records in Premier League. Sir Alex Ferguson is not here anymore so between the two managers we are speaking about six Premier League titles. I have three, I think Mr. Wenger has three. Does that mean we should be respected even in periods when our results are not the best? I think Mr. Wenger has that respect from all of you, I don’t think I have, especially because my last Premier League title was 18 months ago, not 18 years ago.”

When Mourinho won – and he has won a lot – all attendant peculiarities and dark machinations coalesced into his gilded Death Star as necessary additions. They added to the myth of the man, generated intrigue, elicited gasps of admiration at how this man manipulated all stakeholders’ opinions to his will as he stepped over toes and ascended the mountain of success. When Mourinho doesn’t win – and this has happened a lot recently – he just comes off as a petty, vindictive person, an internet-troll manager, insulting one person and then another before claiming that the world is against him. 

Respect is a two-way street and one has to follow traffic rules. Mourinho is used to racing down the street in his daddy’s black Scorpio, windows down, collar up, and music blaring. Perhaps self-reflection is needed before respect comes his way.