Emmanuel Frimpong is alright by me.
A few years ago I went to the Emirates Cup. Yes I had to go to that shithole and be surrounded by cunts, but Boca Juniors were playing and that was enough for me. I would get a chance to see the last great Argentine No. 10, and my idol, Juan Roman Riquelme play.
My only fear was that being a little, shall we say, rotund these days, the great man may not get the chance to show off the sublime touch and skill that ranks him only behind Maradona in my list of greatest footballers. But hey, at least I'd get to see a glimpse of the man.
Thank fuck then for Emmanuel Frimpong. Wenger decided in his infinite wisdom to select Frimpong as his holding midfielder for the game. This is a simple job. Stand near Riquelme and stop him doing anything. He won't beat you for pace and will barely move, so even someone with only basic footballing intelligence should be able to execute the plan.
What happened is this:
Notice how in these 6 minutes Emmanuel Frimpong is rarely glimpsed within 20 yards of the best passer of a ball in the last 25 years. Notice how when Riquelme perfectly threads the ball through for the forward runner for the second Boca goal Frimpong is barely visible in the picture.
Because Emmanual Frimpong is such a pathetic excuse for a professional footballer I got to watch Juan Roman Riquelme play 90 minutes unimpeded. Allowed to express his genius unfettered by bourgeois concepts like defending. He was allowed simply, to be.
Thank you Emmanuel Frimpong.