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I've just got back from London, after going down to see the Arsenal parade the trophies. What a day!
The last time I was there was 1971 - and I was still in my mum's womb!
What an atmosphere, though. Being born in London, I love going back there at any time, but today was obviously extra special. A sea of hundreds of thousands of Gooners, and not a Spurs fan in sight. They were probably all sitting at home, watching videos of the last time they won anything major, with the volume up loud to drown us out!
Not for a long time have I seen so many Londoner's smiling, happy, and willing to talk to each other. If nothing else, the Double has certainly had a unifying effect - even if it is only temporary.
We got into London at about half nine, parked up by Finsbury Park, and walked down to Highbury Stadium. There weren't many people around Finsbury Park at first, but we got tooted by a few cars as we walked, because we (me, my dad, cousin and his wife) were all wearing our Arsenal tops.
Getting close to Highbury, though, the crowds started growing, and it wasn't long before the chants of "We love you Freddie", "Vieira", Super Robert Pires", and - of course - "We won the league in Manchester" started booming out.
After mooching around the stalls outside Highbury and buying some T-shirts and badges, we started walking the route that the open-top bus would take from Highbury to Islington Town Hall. Thousands of fans, and police, all lining the narrow streets along the route, with an electric atmosphere that just built and built as time passed.
We got to the Town Hall a bit later than planned, and couldn't get as close as we'd have liked; there were just so many people that we physically could not get any closer. At least now I really do know how sardines feel.
Because we were at the end of the route, we were standing around for about an hour. Normally that would bore me to tears, but not today. The chants, the cheers, and the conversation all helped pass the time, and it seemed more like a few minutes than an hour.
A MASSIVE cheer went up as the buses approached (the Arsenal Ladies team were parading their trophy, too) and everyone went absolutely nuts as they passed, with cheers, screams, applause, horns, sirens and whistles all going off at the same time. I've been in a packed Wembley when Arsenal have scored, and this was far, far louder!
It just gives you such an immense feeling of pride to see your team in this way, and many people (myself included) had a few tears of joy in their eyes. I managed to get a few photos and some video clips, which will serve as a good reminder of the day. But to be honest, I don't think it's something any of us will forget in a hurry.
For the moment, next season is irrelevant. We may retain the title, we may not. But after today, I can't even think about it for a while. It's still a long way off.
But here, now, is a very good time to be a Gooner. We have the best team, we have the best manager, we've torn up all the record books and re-written them with figures that stand a good chance of never being bettered. Rejoice, fellow Gooners, for without doubt, this season, we ARE the greatest team the World has ever seen.
(And may I just pre-empt all of the anti-Arsenal abuse that is sure to follow with a simple "Yeah... whatever!")
The last time I was there was 1971 - and I was still in my mum's womb!
What an atmosphere, though. Being born in London, I love going back there at any time, but today was obviously extra special. A sea of hundreds of thousands of Gooners, and not a Spurs fan in sight. They were probably all sitting at home, watching videos of the last time they won anything major, with the volume up loud to drown us out!
Not for a long time have I seen so many Londoner's smiling, happy, and willing to talk to each other. If nothing else, the Double has certainly had a unifying effect - even if it is only temporary.
We got into London at about half nine, parked up by Finsbury Park, and walked down to Highbury Stadium. There weren't many people around Finsbury Park at first, but we got tooted by a few cars as we walked, because we (me, my dad, cousin and his wife) were all wearing our Arsenal tops.
Getting close to Highbury, though, the crowds started growing, and it wasn't long before the chants of "We love you Freddie", "Vieira", Super Robert Pires", and - of course - "We won the league in Manchester" started booming out.
After mooching around the stalls outside Highbury and buying some T-shirts and badges, we started walking the route that the open-top bus would take from Highbury to Islington Town Hall. Thousands of fans, and police, all lining the narrow streets along the route, with an electric atmosphere that just built and built as time passed.
We got to the Town Hall a bit later than planned, and couldn't get as close as we'd have liked; there were just so many people that we physically could not get any closer. At least now I really do know how sardines feel.
Because we were at the end of the route, we were standing around for about an hour. Normally that would bore me to tears, but not today. The chants, the cheers, and the conversation all helped pass the time, and it seemed more like a few minutes than an hour.
A MASSIVE cheer went up as the buses approached (the Arsenal Ladies team were parading their trophy, too) and everyone went absolutely nuts as they passed, with cheers, screams, applause, horns, sirens and whistles all going off at the same time. I've been in a packed Wembley when Arsenal have scored, and this was far, far louder!
It just gives you such an immense feeling of pride to see your team in this way, and many people (myself included) had a few tears of joy in their eyes. I managed to get a few photos and some video clips, which will serve as a good reminder of the day. But to be honest, I don't think it's something any of us will forget in a hurry.
For the moment, next season is irrelevant. We may retain the title, we may not. But after today, I can't even think about it for a while. It's still a long way off.
But here, now, is a very good time to be a Gooner. We have the best team, we have the best manager, we've torn up all the record books and re-written them with figures that stand a good chance of never being bettered. Rejoice, fellow Gooners, for without doubt, this season, we ARE the greatest team the World has ever seen.
(And may I just pre-empt all of the anti-Arsenal abuse that is sure to follow with a simple "Yeah... whatever!")
guess it was good then
Heh.
Great Come Back.
Great Come Back.
Yeah... whatever!
Ho Ho Ho....
The Best team in the World?
2 Premierships and 2 FA Cups in 10 years?
I know a few teams which would laugh at your silly comments!!
Try Real Madrid, Bayern Munich to be the best teams in the world...
and in Arsenal's case any team in the Champions League hence you cant beat any of them for starters!!
Arsenal are a long way behind being the best team in the world.
The Best team in the World?
2 Premierships and 2 FA Cups in 10 years?
I know a few teams which would laugh at your silly comments!!
Try Real Madrid, Bayern Munich to be the best teams in the world...
and in Arsenal's case any team in the Champions League hence you cant beat any of them for starters!!
Arsenal are a long way behind being the best team in the world.
I've just got back from London, after going down to see the Arsenal parade the trophies. What a day!
The last time I was there was 1971 - and I was still in my mum's womb!
What an atmosphere, though. Being born in London, I love going back there at any time, but today was obviously extra special. A sea of hundreds of thousands of Gooners, and not a Spurs fan in sight. They were probably all sitting at home, watching videos of the last time they won anything major, with the volume up loud to drown us out!
Not for a long time have I seen so many Londoner's smiling, happy, and willing to talk to each other. If nothing else, the Double has certainly had a unifying effect - even if it is only temporary.
We got into London at about half nine, parked up by Finsbury Park, and walked down to Highbury Stadium. There weren't many people around Finsbury Park at first, but we got tooted by a few cars as we walked, because we (me, my dad, cousin and his wife) were all wearing our Arsenal tops.
Getting close to Highbury, though, the crowds started growing, and it wasn't long before the chants of "We love you Freddie", "Vieira", Super Robert Pires", and - of course - "We won the league in Manchester" started booming out.
After mooching around the stalls outside Highbury and buying some T-shirts and badges, we started walking the route that the open-top bus would take from Highbury to Islington Town Hall. Thousands of fans, and police, all lining the narrow streets along the route, with an electric atmosphere that just built and built as time passed.
We got to the Town Hall a bit later than planned, and couldn't get as close as we'd have liked; there were just so many people that we physically could not get any closer. At least now I really do know how sardines feel.
Because we were at the end of the route, we were standing around for about an hour. Normally that would bore me to tears, but not today. The chants, the cheers, and the conversation all helped pass the time, and it seemed more like a few minutes than an hour.
A MASSIVE cheer went up as the buses approached (the Arsenal Ladies team were parading their trophy, too) and everyone went absolutely nuts as they passed, with cheers, screams, applause, horns, sirens and whistles all going off at the same time. I've been in a packed Wembley when Arsenal have scored, and this was far, far louder!
It just gives you such an immense feeling of pride to see your team in this way, and many people (myself included) had a few tears of joy in their eyes. I managed to get a few photos and some video clips, which will serve as a good reminder of the day. But to be honest, I don't think it's something any of us will forget in a hurry.
For the moment, next season is irrelevant. We may retain the title, we may not. But after today, I can't even think about it for a while. It's still a long way off.
But here, now, is a very good time to be a Gooner. We have the best team, we have the best manager, we've torn up all the record books and re-written them with figures that stand a good chance of never being bettered. Rejoice, fellow Gooners, for without doubt, this season, we ARE the greatest team the World has ever seen.
(And may I just pre-empt all of the anti-Arsenal abuse that is sure to follow with a simple "Yeah... whatever!")
The last time I was there was 1971 - and I was still in my mum's womb!
What an atmosphere, though. Being born in London, I love going back there at any time, but today was obviously extra special. A sea of hundreds of thousands of Gooners, and not a Spurs fan in sight. They were probably all sitting at home, watching videos of the last time they won anything major, with the volume up loud to drown us out!
Not for a long time have I seen so many Londoner's smiling, happy, and willing to talk to each other. If nothing else, the Double has certainly had a unifying effect - even if it is only temporary.
We got into London at about half nine, parked up by Finsbury Park, and walked down to Highbury Stadium. There weren't many people around Finsbury Park at first, but we got tooted by a few cars as we walked, because we (me, my dad, cousin and his wife) were all wearing our Arsenal tops.
Getting close to Highbury, though, the crowds started growing, and it wasn't long before the chants of "We love you Freddie", "Vieira", Super Robert Pires", and - of course - "We won the league in Manchester" started booming out.
After mooching around the stalls outside Highbury and buying some T-shirts and badges, we started walking the route that the open-top bus would take from Highbury to Islington Town Hall. Thousands of fans, and police, all lining the narrow streets along the route, with an electric atmosphere that just built and built as time passed.
We got to the Town Hall a bit later than planned, and couldn't get as close as we'd have liked; there were just so many people that we physically could not get any closer. At least now I really do know how sardines feel.
Because we were at the end of the route, we were standing around for about an hour. Normally that would bore me to tears, but not today. The chants, the cheers, and the conversation all helped pass the time, and it seemed more like a few minutes than an hour.
A MASSIVE cheer went up as the buses approached (the Arsenal Ladies team were parading their trophy, too) and everyone went absolutely nuts as they passed, with cheers, screams, applause, horns, sirens and whistles all going off at the same time. I've been in a packed Wembley when Arsenal have scored, and this was far, far louder!
It just gives you such an immense feeling of pride to see your team in this way, and many people (myself included) had a few tears of joy in their eyes. I managed to get a few photos and some video clips, which will serve as a good reminder of the day. But to be honest, I don't think it's something any of us will forget in a hurry.
For the moment, next season is irrelevant. We may retain the title, we may not. But after today, I can't even think about it for a while. It's still a long way off.
But here, now, is a very good time to be a Gooner. We have the best team, we have the best manager, we've torn up all the record books and re-written them with figures that stand a good chance of never being bettered. Rejoice, fellow Gooners, for without doubt, this season, we ARE the greatest team the World has ever seen.
(And may I just pre-empt all of the anti-Arsenal abuse that is sure to follow with a simple "Yeah... whatever!")