Arsenal’s supposed implosion rings the Division Bell around the Emptycrates and it’s dull tone is carried in the cold night air to N17. This really ought to produce soul searching among our lot too. Aunty Wenger seems not to have a friend in the world, word from the Daily Mail this morning is that he and Steve Bould are experiencing ‘growing tensions’ – I had no idea they were into that sort of thing, to be honest.
Are Arsenal really in trouble? The short answer is that they certainly could be. Sure, it’s easy to mock the absence of trophies but they have been busy pumping cash into the coffers and never more so than in the last few years. Failing abysmally to do the contract deals and then the inevitable flogging off of Nasri, Van Persie and Fabregas has not only been an out and out disaster but is beginning to look premeditated.
Yes they have some good players, but they are large outnumbered by guys they can’t rely upon. They don’t look like a Champions League side. Just as we don’t – by the way.
It’s a tired phrase to wheel out but nevertheless a truth that ‘the game has changed’. Sure, if a young player comes along who has talent he’s always championed warmly but nobody or very very few have either the patience or tolerance anymore for ‘works in progress.’ Everyone wants a banquet in the time it takes to make a Pot Noodle. That’s cold but it’s true. If it weren’t the case then both the Emptycrates and The Lane would constantly vibrant places, rocking with expectant fans.
Instead everyone sits in silence – and I’ve made this analogy before and I’ll make it again – like an audience at a Bond movie. Opening titles yeah yeah yeah. Team sheet yeah yeah yeah. Opening sequence yeah yeah yeah. Initial bit of passing yeah yeah yeah. Heart pumping escape/chase magnificent multiple explosions. Wow, this is good! No goal. Look at watch. ‘So and so looks like he doesn’t care. I always said he was sh*t.’
We sit on the brink of a stadium redevelopment and genuinely risk following in Arsenal’s footsteps but without the Champions League successes. So the question is, how do we avert this fate? You could argue that we’ve already been asset stripped player wise so we’re well on course. Bale going would be our very own Van Persie sale.
Well this may shock a few, but Levy & Co. need to spend. I don’t mean go shopping like Mark Hughes, like a dog chasing cars. But we need to make sure that Jan Vertonghen, Sandro, Lloris, Bale and Adebayor aren’t simply marking time in the Lilywhite.
We need to bring in a shiny new right back opposed to waste any more of lives saying, ‘He’s ever so quick, though isn’t he?’ a midfield general so Parker’s 50th birthday and retirement party doesn’t suddenly take us by surprise and a winger. I don’t care much for which wing he can play best on, we just need another option than hoping that Bale and or Azza Blud decide to join in every game, because mostly they don’t.
I have no understanding of the innermost machinations of the way Arsenal are run, so I don’t know if they have used the cash from the player sales to pay for the stadium or spent it all on dwarf porn. What I do know is that we can’t hope to progress on a firm footing working on the basis that ‘we should just about get away with it.’