It was a fantastic day out that was rounded off when Arsenal beat Blackpool by 6-0! Okay, its Blackpool first foray into the Premier League but they did pose some problems by probing our defence which still is quite leaky. I was able to take some interesting photos – like the one above .
As I came out of Arsenal tube station and onto Gillespie Road, the street was awash with Red shirts with white sleeves. As I walked down, some of the residents opened up small stalls selling T-shirts and other memorabilia. Ticket touts formed a defensive barricade, standing still like statues quietly asking fans as they walked past them if they had any tickets to sell. It was a full house for today’s game and I would be very surprised if anyone wanted to sell their tickets for the first home game for the 2010/2011 season.
As I entered the stadia perimeter people were milling around. Some on mobile phones chatting, others taking lone pictures of the stadia, whilst many were trying to cue their loved ones against the backdrop of the stadium to wait for a break in the swirling crowd to take that single shot without other people strolling into the picture.
I swiped my card and entered the stadium making my way up to the upper tier. On my journey up the stairs, a father was attempting to make idle conversation with his son, who seemed slightly overweight and disinterested in the ramblings of his dad. The father was reviewing the paper tickets and conversed to his son that he believed they had good seats. The son’s only response was “I hope so.” But his manner was dismissive, almost as if he really did not want his dad to be there. As he walked up the stairs, he was wearing the latest home kit including the purple Nike football trainers. Emblazoned on the back of his shirt was the number 4; above it read “Gooner”, and below it read “Life” – Gooner 4 Life. It got me me thinking about my story and how interesting it would be to feed this into the dynamic between father and child. As I was observing these two, I realised that the father was either being aloof, or he was overcompensating to ensure the child was going to have a good time. I find these dynamics between father and child quite disturbing because a parent should not have to appease their child, especially when taking them to a football match. It’s incredible that in today’s age the children seem to have more power or the ability to exert more influence on their parents than the other way around. Is it because this child is spoilt, has a troubled background, simply bored or is their homelife dysfunctional such that the neccessity to have the latest football kit and the best seats is a measure for the father to overcompensate due to the lack of emotional connection between him and his child?
I took my seat and looked to see several elderly people walking up the concrete steps to their designated row. Some could only walk one step at a time. They made it eventually to their seat and you could understand why they came early, just to master the steep staircase.
It wasn’t long before the massive LCD screens exploded into life with Arsenal TV depicting excerpts of their past classic victories stitched together into an elegant footage with dramatic music to incite an emotional response from the fans. The music then changed tempo and the discreet roving camera was activated. Audience members’ faces were then projected live onto the screen – immortalised for only a few seconds before the camera switches to another unsuspecting fan. A fan appeared so bored when his face was shown on the big screen, some patted the Arsenal logo on their chest as a Roman would do when saluting Caeser; others simply smiled or waved.
As people began to take their seats, the smell of stadia food – hot dogs and cheese burgers – wafted and envelop us. That single smell causes a biological trigger to want a burger and with still some time before kick-off I decided against putting that into my system. My ears were inundated with the latest pop tunes blasting from the PA system. The tunes were all happy ones to get the fans into the mood – it’s dance music you would expect to hear in a club.
Just before the game kicked off, Arsenal unveiled the naming of its stands with great fanfare and the re-inroduction of the famous replica clock which stood at Highbury under then manager Hertbert Chapman in the 30’s. The crowd were ecstatic that Emirates was now beginning its process of Arsenalisation – a process by which the legacy of Arsenal is to be imprinted into the uber-cool stadium. This is not merely a stadium, but a museum hailing the great Arsenal legacy and taking the best of yesterday and fusing that into the uber-cool stadium of today.
Trying to watch a football game whilst taking the odd picture and mental notes is fraught with immense difficulty because at some point something has to give. In the enjoyment of the game I had to just park my Observational Research hat and get into the ebb and flow of the ensuing game. What is marvellous to note is only in a stadium do 60,000 people shown any sign of empathy. Arsenal missed five good opportunities to score goals and in each missed opportunity the 60k crowd howled their indignation. Some even took the mantle to verbalise their feelings with a mixture of comedic and vulgar language which certainly brought chuckles to us in the upper tier.
It’s interesting to note that the terraces of football stadiums are awash with discussions and opinions painted in the emotional overtones that succinctly express how the majority feelings – but are perhaps to introverted or afraid to speak their minds. The constant barrage of shouts and intimidation inflicted at the opposing team are mostly for the punters sitting in the upper tier as I doubt the Seasiders (Blackpool) could hear any of the diatribe from the pitch. Looking around you can see that attending a football game is not just a rite of passage for some, but it’s the indoctrination of the way to handle language in its most cruel and vulgar form as an instrument of attack to be hurled like a pot of blazing oil to the opposing team. Is it warfare conducted by the power of extreme contorted facial expressions spewing the bile of intense foreboding language that is indoctrinated into the young who will carry the mantle into the next generation? Has society become so wrapped in cotton wool that attending matches is the only outlet for us humans to express a sincere desire to win? By exposing children to this type of warfare, are saying that in general it’s incorrect to behave in such a manner outside a football, but it’s tolerable inside? If I look at my story, does this child begin to exhibit this persona – i.e. is the child slowly changing as it begins to adapt to the nature of the spectator and in doing so is able to come to terms with a damaging secret? Or does the child use this persona change as a weapon to remonstrate with its father over the lack of emotional connectivity? There is something deep and profound that a football game evokes in all us, that it may not necessarily change us but it could free our ability to become more expressive and with that it may begin to break down barriers. I’ve noticed myself that what I’ve just written is a dichotomy and I suppose that is life.
An image that featured very strongly in my mind is when Arsenal scored a goal. Rows upon rows of people packed tightly in their seats. A ball is directed into the opposing teams’ goal and suddenly in slow motion, rows upon rows of people stand to attention. The flip-up seats in a row stand up to attention as people lift off from their seats. The furious roar of the stadium explodes in ecstasy as the ball penetrates the inside of the net. Hands out stretched, clapping, waving, finger pointing, as the crowd leap off their seats and jump in unison. Only to then wave their attention at the ineptitude opposing team where jolly banter is inflicted upon them.
As the game was ending I noticed hordes of Arenal fans who were making their exit. Some trapped in the middle of a long row would suddenly see a person after person getting up to let the early bird exit the row. Some were actually leaving moments before the last goal was scored. I always wonder people leave a stadium so early on Saturday game. It’s not as if it’s a school night and they have to beat the traffic and get to bed in order to have a good night’s sleep.
I just remembered that before the first half ended a middle-aged man turned up for the game. I noticed he was season ticket holder as he held a Gold Card which has your seat number and location printed on the rear of the card. Unfortunately, he was seated 30-40 seats into the row and could barely see his seat. Therefore, he decidede to sit on the concrete steps next to his allocated row. A steward approached him and asked him not to sit there for health and safety reasons, but after he showed his card she understood his predicament and left him to it. How can you be this late for a game?
I sat in the stadium for around 12 – 15 minutes watching the numbers slowly disperse the stadium. The east stand (situated opposite us) slowly began to reveal the white gunners logo that was hidden behind the seated individuals and it wasn’t long before the stadium had emptied out. All that was left was a few stragglers watching the game highlights on the big screen and Stadium would now sleep for another 2-3 weeks before it would host another big game. The stadium is like a animal feasting on a huge meal in which it will takes weeks for it to digest before attempting to feed again. Is Emirates a Tiger, or is it an Anaconda in the way it feeds? While Emirates digests its win, the supporters where all hanging outside taking the obligatory photos of the stadium.
The opposing supporters talking and shaking hands with some Arsenal fans, while many were down on the concourse doing some last minute Arsenal shopping for items.
This was my first time hanging around the stadium after the game and it was interesting to see the diversity of people that attend football matches. I also noticed a line of fans queuing outside the underground car park armed with their cameras waiting to take a picture of the Arsenal team as they drive home.
At this point, this was my cue to also head off home.
Included are some videos taken during the match:
Players warming up.
Start of the Match.
End of the Match.