just got back
thats the best way to sum it up.
from rock bottom to complete high- the night had everything. emotions, love, hatred and passion.
first thing's first, giroud and eisfeld changed the game. eisfeld gave us more control in midfield and giroud was a fucking beast up top. everytime he's on the pitch he makes us more direct and makes us more dangerous. it was the same at city and it was the same tonight.
second thing is that we need to play giroud and walcott up top. the big man small man partnership worked so well and they complement each other brilliantly. i dont think walcott's good enough to be leading our line on his own, a striker needs more than just great finishing; he needs strength, the ability to hold up play, aerial threat etc. at the same time, i dont think playing giroud on his own makes the best use of him either because he likes to drop deep and pick teams off from there. the thing that was clear tonight was that everytime walcott was near giroud it clicked; they worked off each other and made some great runs in behind. when they were far apart reading had more control of the game.
arshavin

im not sure what to make of him. was abysmal in the first half but he got 3 assists in the end (i think) and everything seemed to go through him, it's just a shame he's a fat lazy fuck. he grated on everyone tonight. but stats would prove otherwise so dunno what to make of him.
chamakh can actually shoot

why the fuck doesn't he grow a pair more often? his first goal was a case of 'fuck im on my own here... errr fuck... ok ill shoot then...' and bang it went in. he needs to try it more often.
defensively we were a shambles. jason roberts ran us ragged. we didn't get into the game during the first half and we couldn't string 2 passes together. second half was a complete turnaround.
funniest moment of the night goes to giroud, who after 90 minutes thought the game was over and headed over to the fans and chucked his shirt into the crowd, only to be reminded by the physio that there were still another 30 minutes left to be played

the whole stand was in bits and laughter and singing the giroud song proud.
and a shout out to the guy next to me who left after 40 minutes. i bet you feel like a dick. you wanker.