And honestly, I’m not even sad about it.
Forward, I suppose.
It has been a personal dream of mine to have a blog dedicated to Arsenal. For reasons unknown to me, I have waited way too long to make this dream come true. It’s relatively easy, right? I take my experiences watching the greatest team to ever grace this earth, and I write them down to share with the entire world.
As I thought to myself, “Courtnay, when are you going to have the time to do this? How are you going to pull this off between track, school work, and … nothing else?” And that’s when I decided there really wasn’t a choice. That was when I decided that I have a duty to my club. Of course, I started comparing myself to Thierry Henry.
Now, before anyone starts thinking that I left Arsenal for Barcelona and then New York Red Bulls, let me assure you that would never happen. I carry the same hate for Barça that most Gunners do, and despite living in New Jersey for my entire life and now living in New York City, I’ve never been a Red Bull game. I do not resemble the king in this way. I’ve been Arsenal since before he left and I will be Arsenal until I die.
No, I feel that I can compare myself to Thierry because, upon making his return to Arsenal, he did so as a fan. He did it with the love that each and every single Gooner possesses in his heart. When he beat his fist against the badge over his heart after sliding the ball right inside of Andy Lonergan’s far post, he proved that he is just like us. He is just like me.
I figured if Thierry can come back and remind us of the love that we’ll always feel for the club, if he could step onto that pitch and lift the spirit of every single fan, then I could certainly come up with a few words to try and do the same.