Gunning for Glory: An Arsenal Story ™
Prologue
15th May 2006
Two days before the biggest game in my illustrious career, the Champions League final, playing against Barcelona was a game that every football player up and down the country dreams of. We were unbeaten in the Group Stages of the competition and had yet to concede a goal in the knockout stages, beating Real Madrid, Juventus and Villarreal along the way, however, this game was like no other, it was the be all, and end all. I had the chance to put my name down in history as one of only three Northern Irish born players to win the trophy, along with George Best and Martin O’Neill, with Manchester United and Nottingham Forest respectively.
16th May 06
We had a last minute training session before the match at Stade de France, in Paris against Barcelona. After completing sprints, ball-work, shooting practice and finally penalties just incase it went to the wire. That’s when Arsène pulled me aside.
Arsène: “Steven, I know you have had a tough time at Arsenal trying to break through into the first team, but I firmly believe in your ability, which you have started to show in this competition, and throughout this year. For that reason and from your performances when you came on during the Juventus and Villarreal games, I am going to start you in the final against Barcelona”
Me: “I don’t know what to say Arsène, thank you; I promise you I will not let you down.”
Arsène: “I really hope not Steven, I really hope not! Now go train with the other ones and don’t mention this conversation, I don’t want the other players to lose focus.”
I made my way to train with the other lads, with a smile from ear to ear, this was my time to shine on the biggest stage of all, not only that, but I wanted to show my appreciation for a man that gave me my opportunity to do something that I love from a young age. Play football. I wanted to show Arsène that he made the right choice when he first signed me to the club and now, for the faith he has shown me in his squad selection for the final at the Stade de France, Paris.
With the training session over and players making their way to the changing rooms I couldn’t help but feel privileged to be where I am today. If it weren’t for the support of my family and Arsène Wenger I very much think I would be in a dead end job right now. After getting showered and changed after training I made my way to the car in order to get back to the hotel, which was a must in order for relaxation before the game tomorrow.
I jumped in my White BMW 320d ES, hit the on button for the cd player and I was on my way. The thrill I got from driving this car was unreal, it was a dream car, which won the 2006 car of the year infact.
“And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling
And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no pain
Just smile back”
I just had to turn it up, as loud as it could go, it was one of those songs that you had to press the repeat button over and over again until you were bored, but that was never going to be the case.
A roundabout was straight ahead with traffic lights, I made my way to the first set of lights, which seemed to be on Red forever, was it broke? Do I go? Do I wait? I had never broke the law in my entire life, so I didn’t fancy starting to do that now, and if I did, I would probably end up in jail and being plastered all over the tabloids, and what would that mean? Missing the Champions League final, which was tomorrow. So I waited, and waited and finally they changed, boy was I relieved, I could of sat there all day. I put the car in gear a slowly took off, I was the third exit off the roundabout, so I had a bit to go to get there, possibly the biggest roundabout I have ever seen in my life.
I made my way around the roundabout only to hear a car speeding at an alarming amount, where was he? I couldn’t see anything or anyone? I glanced in my rear view and side mirrors and the car was nowhere to be seen. Until…
SMASHH!!!
TWO cars smashed into the side of me while passing the second exit, I could only assume they were racing each other. I lay there without a movement; both legs were jammed in below the dash. I couldn’t move, but I could hear mumbling and sirens fast approaching the accident. Few seconds had passed before I was eventually gone, I had blacked out.
To be continued..
Comments/Constructive Criticism and Feedback are all welcome..
Plenty more updates to follow..thank you for reading!
Prologue
15th May 2006
Two days before the biggest game in my illustrious career, the Champions League final, playing against Barcelona was a game that every football player up and down the country dreams of. We were unbeaten in the Group Stages of the competition and had yet to concede a goal in the knockout stages, beating Real Madrid, Juventus and Villarreal along the way, however, this game was like no other, it was the be all, and end all. I had the chance to put my name down in history as one of only three Northern Irish born players to win the trophy, along with George Best and Martin O’Neill, with Manchester United and Nottingham Forest respectively.
16th May 06
We had a last minute training session before the match at Stade de France, in Paris against Barcelona. After completing sprints, ball-work, shooting practice and finally penalties just incase it went to the wire. That’s when Arsène pulled me aside.
Arsène: “Steven, I know you have had a tough time at Arsenal trying to break through into the first team, but I firmly believe in your ability, which you have started to show in this competition, and throughout this year. For that reason and from your performances when you came on during the Juventus and Villarreal games, I am going to start you in the final against Barcelona”
Me: “I don’t know what to say Arsène, thank you; I promise you I will not let you down.”
Arsène: “I really hope not Steven, I really hope not! Now go train with the other ones and don’t mention this conversation, I don’t want the other players to lose focus.”
I made my way to train with the other lads, with a smile from ear to ear, this was my time to shine on the biggest stage of all, not only that, but I wanted to show my appreciation for a man that gave me my opportunity to do something that I love from a young age. Play football. I wanted to show Arsène that he made the right choice when he first signed me to the club and now, for the faith he has shown me in his squad selection for the final at the Stade de France, Paris.
With the training session over and players making their way to the changing rooms I couldn’t help but feel privileged to be where I am today. If it weren’t for the support of my family and Arsène Wenger I very much think I would be in a dead end job right now. After getting showered and changed after training I made my way to the car in order to get back to the hotel, which was a must in order for relaxation before the game tomorrow.
I jumped in my White BMW 320d ES, hit the on button for the cd player and I was on my way. The thrill I got from driving this car was unreal, it was a dream car, which won the 2006 car of the year infact.
“And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling
And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no pain
Just smile back”
I just had to turn it up, as loud as it could go, it was one of those songs that you had to press the repeat button over and over again until you were bored, but that was never going to be the case.
A roundabout was straight ahead with traffic lights, I made my way to the first set of lights, which seemed to be on Red forever, was it broke? Do I go? Do I wait? I had never broke the law in my entire life, so I didn’t fancy starting to do that now, and if I did, I would probably end up in jail and being plastered all over the tabloids, and what would that mean? Missing the Champions League final, which was tomorrow. So I waited, and waited and finally they changed, boy was I relieved, I could of sat there all day. I put the car in gear a slowly took off, I was the third exit off the roundabout, so I had a bit to go to get there, possibly the biggest roundabout I have ever seen in my life.
I made my way around the roundabout only to hear a car speeding at an alarming amount, where was he? I couldn’t see anything or anyone? I glanced in my rear view and side mirrors and the car was nowhere to be seen. Until…
SMASHH!!!
TWO cars smashed into the side of me while passing the second exit, I could only assume they were racing each other. I lay there without a movement; both legs were jammed in below the dash. I couldn’t move, but I could hear mumbling and sirens fast approaching the accident. Few seconds had passed before I was eventually gone, I had blacked out.
To be continued..
Comments/Constructive Criticism and Feedback are all welcome..
Plenty more updates to follow..thank you for reading!
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