Feed the Ox

It's early Saturday morning and I'm nursing a healthy hang over on my couch. I'm doing my best to recover before my 11:00 CrossFit class. In the meantime, I'm more than content to watch Arsenal slam balls past Paul Robinson as he chomps on meat pies. Oh, and watch the Ox absolutely tear shit up.

I know this is early, and I don't want this to be too knee jerk (it's a little knee jerk) but Ox has already shown to be a better winger, a better player, and a better signing than Theo ever was. Pace, power, creativity, confidence, a nose for the goal, the kid has everything (aside from the pace) that all Arsenal fans and Wenger wished Theo had. Theo has always been a bit like masturbation without the pay off; no end product. Not the Ox.

This of course isn't the first time we've seen this. He was rampant up and down the wing against United, running that C-Word Evra ragged. Only the "Substitution" kept him from a truly legendary performance. Wenger has been careful with him this season, using him sparingly in the league and Champions League, perhaps trying to avoid what he did with Jackie Boy last season. As much as I want to see this kid play every minute of every game (I'm addicted like a crack fiend) I think it's smart to work him in slowly.

With that said, what a fucking player. His runs in the second half were electrifying; the entire Emirates crowd "Ouuu'd and ahhh'd" with his every touch as he left Blackburn players in the dust. Reminds me of a young James Fox, but with way better stamina.

Between Ox and Jackie Boy, Arsenal have two of the best young players, not just in England, but in the world. Bright futures indeed. If we can hold on to RVP and supplement this team with a couple smart, and needed signings this summer, next season could be exciting. Fat chance, I know, but one can dream. Until then, up the Arse and feed the Ox.