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knowledge and the passion for the club. The queue ambled on, as everything from Girouds form to Walcotts contribution in the upcoming season was dissected by us and we attracted quite a few comments in the discussion from supporters around us some from Indonesia, and some from as far as Singapore and Australia ! Match-day brought with it, the threat of rain hinted at by grey skies above.
Decked out in the kit, I paced around for a while and when I couldnt stand the waiting anymore, went downstairs. Again in the elevator, I ran across Jonny, who like me was in the Arsenal kit. This time though, he recognized me before I could place him as a Gooner. Owing in part to my Home kit, and his vintage 79 FA Cup Final kit, which has a striking resemblance to the away kit in the upcoming 13 14 season, that I understood his dad had seen live. Tales of Highbury and London dominated the conversation and I soaked it all in, while a short ride later, we were there.
Patient queues punctuated by horns, drums and spontaneous breakouts of Arsenal! Arsenal!! re ndered the air. The stadium a behemoth to rival the cricketing stadiums back in India, seemed to swallow up the meandering river of support and as I stepped in, with almost an hour to go to kick-off, the seemingly unreal sight of thousands of Gooners united in their voice made my knees tremble. I was here!
A quick word on the responses generated by the players Monsieur Giroud was easily the favourite with the ladies (and quite a few had turned up) while Prince Podolski and Theo drew equally rapturous applause. Warm chants of Jack, Jack were reserved for Wilshere, while Ryo who had a late fitness test invited supportive applause whichever section of the ground he neared. But the loudest applause was reserved for Monsieur Wenger himself and the decibel levels in the stadium increased dramatically with his entrance. The match in itself has been covered extensively. While the home team was lauded in its efforts and drew encouragement whenever it ventured forth, it was the Gunners that everyone had come to watch; and by Jove, they didnt disappoint! Crisp finishes from Walcott, Giroud and the youngsters ensured we finished the game with a healthy scoreline of 7-0. What a first match to see live!
The fun did not end there. While I thought that Jonny and I ought to have a picture clicked to remember the day and Australian fan and an Indian fan met halfway in Jakarta as Gooners, we were quickly besieged by our Indonesian friends who insisted that fans from other nations ought to have commemorative pictures clicked with them as well. The result being, that for twenty odd minutes after the Terima Kasih banner had been unfurled, we were still at it in the stands, getting photographs clicked and clicking some in turn. The warm, hospitable countenances, happiness at welcoming us to their country and above all, the spirit of Arsenal still live loud and clear, in my heart nearly a month after my pilgrimage. I spent two weeks travelling in Indonesia, all by myself and the spirit of the welcome that I received in Jakarta stayed with me through the duration. The energy of the people and the easy smile that welcomed wherever I visited, have led to another promise to myself that I will come back to this wonderful country soon. Of course, the original entry in my to-do list has been modified thus. Watch Arsenal live someday at the Emirates Stadium in a competitive game someday!!!