‘She’ – No Ordinary Love

Welcome back Anna x

For those of you who do not know my wonderful guest today I can only assume you are not on twitter or you have had your Gooner head buried in the sand for the past few years. I am fortunate that Anna Lvova, @MadRuskiGunner has graced ‘1nildown2oneup’ before in June, during my Global Gooner series, when this interview moved thousands: http://1nildown2oneup.net/are-they-all-mad-ruski-gunners-like-anna/

Today Anna  is back with a piece a beautiful piece inspired by the events of last evening. All I will say is that the time that has elapsed from it being sent to me, me reading it and it being live on the site is about 45 mins. Read on and SMILE Gooners…..

There are a lot of wonderful and extremely talented Arsenal bloggers out there (including the one that so kindly agreed to post this) who make my life much more interesting by writing their pieces which I take an immense pleasure in reading. Some write tactics, some comics, some just write what’s on their mind. After an unforgettable night yesterday I felt an urge to write a story about love. So here goes.

She stormed into my life accidentally 13 years ago and has been an essential part of it ever since. I do not make a huge secret out of it; moreover I mention this relationship to people at the first chance I get. Some judge me, some are very understanding, and others simply don’t care.

Unlike flashy young starlets who are happy just looking pretty and winning various beauty contests with the money their rich partners make available to them, she firmly stands on her own two feet, works hard to make a living and support her family. Despite her age she oozes class, beauty, nobility and pride. She is by far the greatest the world has ever seen. One wise man once said that “everybody thinks they have the prettiest wife at home” but this truly is the case with her. One glance at her and many fall at her feet and never get up again. She is religion to many, faith that they were fortunate enough to obtain and now obediently follow with their hearts and souls. Her name is known all over the globe and millions of people pronounce it with a brightest sparkle in the eye and the proudest smile on their lips.

We meet once or twice a week for a brief 90 minutes but in that time she makes me feel things it would take others months or even years to achieve. She takes me to highest highs and lowest lows. She makes me laugh, she makes me cry, she makes me angry and oh so happy. She is The Arsenal. And she is mine.

Last night we had arranged to meet. As usual I made sure everything I had to do was done well before that time. I put on her favourite outfit (she loves me in my red and white top with a little cannon on the chest), I prepared our favourite snacks, I chilled our favourite bottle of wine, I got all her favourite music tracks ready (these days she’s much into The Beatles, Ricky Nelson and the likes). Just as before every meeting of ours for the past 13 years I was nervous in anticipation, butterflies doing somersaults in my stomach. And finally there she was.

She looked very different from the last time I saw her. Much younger, though certain of her feature showed that experience and wisdom. I smiled. She was a sight as always. “This is going to be a great night”, I thought to myself as I watched her boss me around like she always does.

But in a few minutes it became obvious something was terribly wrong. As time passed I couldn’t help but feel she was not comfortable being here, she came only because she had to, not because she wanted to. It wounded me deeply. I tried to understand, desperately seeking hints, hidden clues but she wouldn’t open up to me. 37 minutes into our date I found myself wishing I wasn’t there either. I paced up and down my room; I curled into a ball on my sofa wishing I could snap out of the state she had put me in. I resented the anger, desperation and inevitability that I felt at that moment. I tried to talk to her, to get her to answer. Then finally she turned to me, looked at me with those boyish brown eyes and said “I still care” storming out of the room.

I felt lost. I wanted to run after her, wrap her in my arms and tell her it was going to be alright. The anger had long gone. I was just incredibly sad.

15 minutes later she showed up again. I desperately looked at her for answers. She was still very quiet but something in her eyes had changed. I got a little glimpse of desire and my heart skipped a beat. Here it was. Hope. Still just a tiny embryo but growing with each passing moment I didn’t push my luck, I just patiently waited for her to come around. I encouraged her in any way I knew, I sang her favourite tunes, I talked and talked and then… it finally happened.

She spoke to me. Stuttering at first, carefully trying to find words to express herself, but as the time passed growing more and more vocal and confident with each thought that she expressed. English, Arabic, sharp strong phrases in German, flowing Russian and emotional French. Here she finally was. Hungry, willing and determined. Just the way I love her. She cared. She wanted to make me happy. And I believed again. I froze looking at her as my heart pounded and a smile stretched on my face.

She stayed slightly longer than usual this time but by the end of the evening things were back on track between us. I sat there looking at her happiness, joy and relief and my heart sang a thousand melodies. She did it again. She made me feel alive. She presented me with a precious gift of unforgettable memories.

She embraced me before disappearing into the night and whispered, “See you Saturday”. I smiled and nodded.

I couldn’t sleep for hours after. I kept telling people about our date, reliving the brightest moments with an incredible warm feeling of contentment; I stayed in my bed staring at the ceiling with the most stupid grin until sleep finally took over as the sun began to rise. This morning when I opened my eyes it took me quite some time to figure out whether it had all been true or just a very vivid dream. Needless to say almost 24 hours later I am still smiling.

Thank you my beautiful Arsenal. I love thee. Anna xx


One word: INSPIRED

Until next time thanks for reading.

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  2. Great post! But really, I’ve come on here to ask that the blog title be changed to “4 Nil Down 7 Five Up.”

    That is all…

  3. OH MY DAYS!!! all i can say is; THANK YOU Anna!! gosh, this has put wide grin on my face!
    Awesome! 🙂

  4. *standing ovation* ANNA, I should relive this story with my girlfriend in real life. Thank you so much

  5. Errr… Not quite sure why everyone is having a “bash” over this post. It makes great reading but some of the comments… Hmmm

    1. Each man to their own suppose. Many people said they could relate so I think that might be part of the positive reaction

  6. Deep and passionate but you got the music bit wrong because she is much into Grime Bashment and Dench nowadays.

  7. Thank you everyone for your lovely comments. I am extremely happy the piece is such a success in Goonerland 🙂

  8. And I thought my love for TheArsenal was unhealthy.After the Norwich game, I got dress down by me GF for being frquently gloomy when Arsenal loose,her best yet. Now I know better. I was born a gooner and has been my longest relationship. UpTheArsenal

  9. Finally!!!! Finally someone has found the words to express my love for this most amazing and beautiful “She”…. Thank you so, so much for this…. words cannot express the appreciation I feel. All I can say is that I read with tears in my eyes. No ordinary love, indeed. Again, from all the way in Jamaica, thank you.

  10. I fell in love with her in 1970. She was my all time one true love! She never demanded but instead she gave and gave! Yes, sometimes she disappointed, but WTF cuz she gave more than she demanded! I was bitten, smitten even! She has given me unconditional joy and deserves the same in return, so here I am, her servant and cheering section! Every person with blood flowing through their veins deserves a true love such as she and I am blessed to have committed to her! Long may she live, my one true love amazing Love!

  11. I am in love with her so much that she totally controls my emotions for the entire week after our weekend hangouts. Arsenal Rules!!!
    Very well written could not agree more on the emotions..

  12. Wow! Just wow! Written from Russia with love. Prelestnyi tekst, napisano s lyubovyu, chital s naslajdeniem.

  13. Oh Anna, read your Arsenal Global piece…it seemed like a story of lovers growing together and now this…pure bliss. I will save this page to read for years to come. Guns out!

  14. Once had a girlfriend who said to me that “You love Arsenal more than you love me” and my reply was “I make you right!!!

  15. When I was getting married, my wife’s cousin told me that the cousin was my wife’s first love and that won’t change. I spontaneously told her, ‘Not a problem, even she is not my first love, Arsenal is.’

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