Arsenal Reunion at Red Bulls Stadium Yesterday
My son is fourteen, at an age where he can tend to grunt answers and not be overly communicative. I joke with him that at times when I'd like to have a conversation I would appreciate answers in words of more than one syllable and sentences of more than one word. Which of course has led to some pretty amusing poly-syllabic two-word sentences. With a smile, because he gets it (or as much as any fourteen year-old can, and I hope he thinks I get it as much as a dad of a fourteen year-old can).
We're big Arsenal fans, having caught the magical bug that is the love of the Premiership about five years ago when we went to Arsenal's home opener in North London, got the scarves that they gave out to fans and watched the Gunners demolish Portsmouth 4-1 (Abu Diaby scored two goals; Aaron Ramsey and Thomas Vermaelen one apiece). We took the London Underground to the stadium (along with about 59,998 others, as no one drives there), sat in a sea of red, sampled the amazing Arsenal store (about the size of eight CVS drug stores), and watched some very precise ball movement and counter-attacking. We had played EA Sports FIFA for a while (I confessed to my son recently that when he was about five I would move my defenders out of the way so he could score), but that trip took our being soccer fans to a whole different level.
Over the years, we've followed the team more over the internet than watching it on television. That said, the coverage on NBC SportsChannel, both on television and streaming video, enabled us to watch almost every game last season. Last summer we got back to London to watch the Emirates Cup, a pre-season round robin that featured Arsenal, Porto, Galatasary and Napoli -- at a much better price point, too, than the home opener. We enjoyed great soccer and great weather and further galvanized our attachment to the Arsenal club.
We were particularly excited when we saw that the Gunners would be making their first appearance in a while in the U.S., in an exhibition at Red Bulls Stadium in Harrison, New Jersey, right outside New York City. Tickets on StubHub averaged about $250, but we were fortunate that we were able to obtain ticket at face value (about $46 apiece) through a friend. The thought of not having to travel all that far and expensively to see Arsenal -- even with back-ups playing a half -- and Thierry Henry -- was just too good to pass up. (A college-age kid told us that he had paid $170 apiece for he and his girlfriend on StubHub -- not sure it was worth that much money, especially given the cost of New Jersey Transit and PATH tickets atop that -- $53 for two people).
The day started in the early afternoon with a drive to Princeton Junction and a one-hour train ride to Newark's Penn Station, where we bought PATH train tickets to take a two-minute train ride to Harrison. For those traveling to crowded events, always remember to purchase round trip tickets for your journey (it avoids standing in a long line on your return trip and the potential to miss your train). From there, it was about a ten-minute walk to Red Bulls Stadium, where we ran a gauntlet of outdoor Red Bulls-oriented activities. The FA Cup, which Arsenal won last year, also was on display for those who wanted to take a photograph with it. The Red Bulls Shop, which is small, featured some Arsenal gear, and I do think that the Red Bulls missed out on a huge opportunity to align with Arsenal and open up a sizable tent store in the parking lot full of a broader and deeper variety of Arsenal gear (they would have sold, in my estimation, between $250,000 and $500,000 of merchandise -- including the new kit shirts -- had they done so).
What transpired once inside was a packed house and a fun day. We say Bergkamp, Nasri, Ozil, Mertesacker, Henry, Bendtner, van Persie, Fabregas, Vermaelen, Cazorla, Arteta, Giroud and many other jerseys -- home and away, new and old. The really current fans had the new kit jerseys, which looked very nice. My son and I had last year's -- he Chamberlain, me Ramsey, and the dry-fit shirts felt very good on a not too hot and not to humid day (but remember, if you sit in the upper deck of the stadium, because it's closed in, which is great to ward off rain, the air doesn't circulate as well as it does downstairs, and heat rises).
It was an exhibition in the purest sense, with fans rooting for good soccer as much as their own teams. Arsenal fans cheered Henry, and Red Bulls fans cheered Arsenal players. While the Red Bulls won 1-0, both sides had plenty of chances, and, among others, Henry and Aaron Ramsey of Arsenal put on some amazing dribbling skills. Arsenal manager Arsene Wenger wore a red shirt and blue pants, not his trademark blue suit with a white shirt and a red tie and, of course, not his famous black puffy coat. He also was roundly cheered.
My son and I talked about the intricate passes, the saves of both goalies, the potential of Arsenal younger Gideon Zelalem (and whether he'll play internationally for the United States), the speed that Henry still has (while people talk of him as an elder, he's only in his mid-thirties and makes the most out of his long stride), the fact that Arsenal great Ian Wright's son is a star for the Red Bulls and scored the only goal yesterday and which players the Gunners might sign in transfer season. It was just the two of us, in the upper deck, sharing a game, talking soccer.
On the way home, my son thanked me for getting the tickets and thanked me for taking him. He's nothing if not polite, nothing if not appreciative for opportunities that my guess is some kids take for granted. I'm most grateful for these opportunities, too, opportunities to share experiences, opportunities to grow together. More than he, I think, I know that these won't be as frequent five years from now as they are today. By then he'll be off at college and be more along into building his own life, emphasizing this own interests that lead to a career and perhaps a location that is not all that close to where his parents live. But I'm not sad about that or even wistful, because good relationships endure and thrive through all sorts of factors. And that's far off, too. No, I choose to celebrate the moment, to create opportunities, to make good memories.
And yesterday, at an exhibition game that required a drive and two trains to get to, we made yet another memory. Of a favorite team making a rare appearance in the United States, of nice weather, of a fun game. While I enjoy being a part of Arsenal nation, I cherish the platform that it provides to bond further with my son.