It's been fifteen years since I last went to The Emirates to see the men's team. The last time I was there, I was nine years old. It was a 2-0 win against West Ham (Adebayor and Eduardo scored) and to be honest, I don't remember much else of the game. But, I do remember that at half-time, I went down to the club store and bought my first Arsenal jersey - a Fabregas No. 4. I'd started following football only a few months prior and it was love at first sight with Cesc. Few players can elicit in me what he did. First loves and all that.
My relationship with Eddie is different. Forget getting a jersey, just the thought of him being involved with the first team felt preposterous a year ago. I preferred a rotund Lacazette to him. He'd sulk about not playing enough but when he did, he'd look so uncultured up top. So scrappy and completely unsexy.
But when he finally got his chance, he took it. You could see what it meant to him. The desperation to succeed was tangible. What he lacked in guile, he made up for in graft. The braces against Chelsea and Leeds last season were borne out of this quality. He grew with each game and he began to grow on me too. The new deal and jersey number didn't irk me in the way it did some. I didn't question Eddie, I was just curious about him.
Eddie was a man transformed at the start of this season. He'd bulked up, looked sharper and more settled. There was a fire in his eyes that seemed to be sparked more by purpose than passion. For so long, he knew what he was capable of. But now, his manager did it too. His powers had begun to be honed.
I went to get my shirt printed with his name before the match and the guy behind the counter had to actually reconfirm his jersey number with me! That says it all doesn't it? Disrespect has been a constant theme in his career. Not worthy to play for the club, not worthy to wear the No.14, not worthy to deputise for Gabriel Jesus.
It's evident he carries a chip on his shoulder. The same shoulders that are currently carrying Arsenal's title charge. His name was being sung by fans leaving the stadium after the game.
Eddie's journey is pure inspiration. The scary thing is that this isn't even his final form.
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