Unstoppable Manchester City pounded ever onwards ever upwards this week whilst crushing Arsenal like an ogre stamping on the dreams of a small child. Conceding six times to the same team in the space of a few days is the territory of the psychologically damaged.
My best guess is that despite all the talk of toxicity on the terraces, Arsenal are in far too deep with Aunty Wenger across the board to replace him if the doesn’t want to go gracefully.
The old buzzard stopped being a plain ol’ manager some while back and if you compare what’s going on over there with the Spurs model, there’s no earthly reason to fire him. Trophies ain’t everything.
6th place in March is hardly languishing but the core issue lurks in the goal difference table. The Woolwich Wanderers haven’t scored enough goals.
+12 is less than half of the team directly above them and it gets progressively worse the higher up you look. City have scored 5 times as many times. Ouch.
Sanchez, Walnutt, Oxlaide-Chamberlain and Giroud have all bailed and this brings us onto another nail in a coffin increasingly obscured by nails. A warning from very recent history if you like.
These chancers were getting paid market rate and once in a blue moon they were winning something. Yet it clearly wasn’t enough. The new stadium euphoria dissipated faster than you could say ‘this is a charmless as spending the afternoon in an NCP’. Empty seats abound at the Emptycrates and nobody cares because they’ve all been paid for. And anyone angry enough to not renew will be replaced by someone less weary from it all or a Korean tourist.
Come the brave new world of the New Destination™ Levy is going to have his work cut out avoiding the Good Ship
Lollypop Spurs springing a leak in the boiler room.
Loan repayments will suffocate any head turning signings at Spurs for some considerable time. All eyes will then be squarely on existing squad retention and hoping that characters like Lucas Moura – who look moderately okay against plucky muck like Rochdale – blossom into world beaters.
Off the pitch, the Emirates offers an exhausting array of corporate events from award ceremonies, banqueting, conferences to weddings and bake-offs. It’s all standard fare and not fabulously lucrative.
Arsenal lost their High Court Appeal in 2014 and their plans to extend from 3 live concerts a year to 6 was quashed because of noise and rowdy music fans. Aunty kissed goodbye to hundreds of thousands of pounds of extra revenue.
This is another salutary ‘note to self’ for ENIC.
When The Arse built their death star, they did so on a commercially and ethically level footing. They hadn’t been at war with the locals for the wrong end of a decade. So don’t expect the denizens of Haringey to show much love and understanding when the live event applications start being filed in N17.
Where Levy has to be commended here is that he really has tried to think outside the box with the new gaff. The Grand Walkway, the climbing wall thing and that Tunnel Club device not to mention a room dedicate to Cheese (the fact that cheese sales have nosedived recently really isn’t Daniel’s fault) and the threat of NFL football will all offer welcome distractions should Spurs the football team stagnate.
Aunty Wenger doesn’t have anything up his caterpillar-cocoon-coat sleeve. Market rate wages don’t impress the players and the fans (the deluded clowns) want tangible glory.
I’m not suggesting Pochettino will trudge Spurs into a similar slow decay, rather acknowledging that Levy’s attention to bells, whistles and all manner of frippery is probably the smartest thing he could do in a preemptive strike to guard against potential discontent.*