I have bitten my lip so far this season trying not to blow my top or vent. Especially as all the mail and comments through the summer and this season have become more circumspect and possibly even optimistic. In fact I tried for ages not to write this blog as it tends to be quite negative at times.
However, after Saturday, I feel I need to rage. Arsenal are so basic in their errors that I am amazed we are where we are.
Having read what Bendtner had to say about his return from injury, (feeling so good and the strongest he has felt in years), looking at RVP and his declaration of intent, you have to conclude that the training at the club is undemanding and conducted by football hippies. For these players to generate this impression of themselves and share with the media how 'good' they feel, yet on the pitch look like Graeme Souness purchases is borderline mentalist.
The problem with this team is mainly Wenger and his warped sense of 'infrastructure'. Arsenal are like a stately home with a dodgy central heating. How much are you going to spend on plumbers, before you decide to rip it all out and start again.
Rosicky is proving to be a waste of space and should be slapped for giving the ball away that lead to the goal. Theo can only play if the score is nil-nil or we are winning and the opposition play a high line looking for a goal. to bring him on when Spurs are dominating and expect him to find space is also mentalist. It is a lack of nous and I would add, a Quixotic belief in rewarding failure until it succeeds.
However, more worryingly (and I am not sure how to phrase this), I can see us winning the league and spending nothing. Not improving and Wenger wallowing in his vindication. The standard of the opposition is poor but they will never stand still and allow that to continue.
Arsenal will continue to be the girl or boy of your dreams who you snog on the dance floor and find them snogging someone else when returning with a drink for them.
A more patient person than me would be able to research and discover whether is it just us who commit suicide collectively in public. Against Liverpool in the champions league. Against Spurs for the 4-4, against Chelsea, Man U, and Barcelona. Against Shahktar, these games all involve us beating ourselves. Closing out a game is near enough impossible with this team.
The basic error excuse is shocking. Can you imagine Gordon Ramsey saying "sorry mate, we ran out of oil for your chips so we cooked them in water".
There is no fight, because the fighters in the team are Tyson-esque mavericks who don't really believe in team play. If you think about how many past and present players are pissed off by the likes of Van Persie, Arsharvin, Nasri, Bendtner, Adebayor, Gallas, Cole, Henry, how can you achieve team spirit with these people? They are hated by their own team mates.
Chelsea's full side look like they enjoy defending together. So do Man U. We look like we reluctantly accept that it is something we have to do, but we won't dwell on it.
I say sell RVP, Rosicky, Clichy, one of the goal keepers, Bendtner, and fine, promote from within. Bank the money and wait til the summer. They bring us nothing and we can cope without them. All we do is cope. Our league is the top 4 and we keep coming near the bottom. Only relegation from this will bring about change but no one is good enough to stop us from achieving this. Wenger is clever enough to identify this. It is he, not the team who lack genuine ambition.
Is it any surprise that the most telling action of this football deity, is to render the position of captain as useless. It would be like a modern day Jesus slagging off his disciples in the Media.
Imagine that, I have almost suggested that I fear winning the league and believe we can, only to make us worse. My head is a mess trying to comprehend the mess we are presented with. Sport is more than statistics when he feels like it. But he can hide behind them any time to point to his achievements.
He is the master of spin. DJ Wenger has him an MC girlfriend and his last few records have been shit.
Enough.
