Bad credit? No credit? No problem!

As one contemplates the "modern" history of the Arsenal Football Club, one cannot help but look at the period of 1971-1989 as a sort of wandering in the wilderness, punctuated by the losses to Ipswich Town in 1978 and West Ham United in 1980 in FA Cup finals, the victory in the "Five Minute Final" over Manchester United in 1979, and the supposed boost of the league cup victory in 1987 over Liverpool. That's how I look at it, anyway.

Arsenal were drifting during that 18 year period. The first division became dominated by Liverpool before George Graham arrived at Arsenal. David O'Leary went from a schoolboy to having over 500 appearances for the club. He played with some of the heroes of '71 all the way through to Rocky and Thomas and then Ian Wright. Arsenal apparently couldn't win the league so they became cup specialists of a sort.

I've learned that saying a club are "cup specialists" is about as complimentary as saying someone is a "Sunday player."  Arsenal right now don't seem much like they want to expend the resources necessary to win the league, so if you look at their record over the past 9 seasons, they might have become "cup specialists" again. FA Cup winners 2005, Champions League final 2006, League Cup final 2007, League Cup final 2011, FA Cup winners 2014. No real sniff of the league title in that time. 

So it's not to say that Arsenal have been dismal during the past 9 seasons.  There have been 2 FA Cups in that time, and the chance at 3 more trophies. Maybe it does remind me of that 71-79 period. But if that's the case, does that mean 9 more years (or more) before Arsenal can claim to be the best in the league again? Are we really back to wandering in the wilderness?

I was prompted to write this because of the celebrations of Arsenal supporters after yesterday's FA Cup final victory over Hull City. So many people I know outside of England have only been following or supporting Arsenal for a few years. I asked my Yank friends on Friday, "Have any of you ever seen Arsenal lift a trophy?" Of a group of 20 or so, only 2 besides myself could make that claim, and one of them said it was the 2005 FA Cup.  They have come to Arsenal after Wenger's glorious early years when one could take it for granted that being a supporter meant crowns of glory. For them, this trophy means something. They have adopted "she wore a yellow ribbon" and chants about "Wemberley" as though they grew up in Islington. I understand their feelings about yesterday's victory.

But what about those folk I saw on telly back in Blighty who were going mad at the final whistle? The red and white shirted supporters who lined the parade route?

I believe it was a colossal "Eff you!" to everyone who blathered on about "years without a trophy." It wasn't that we think that the FA Cup is a substitute for winning the league or winning Europe, because it isn't. And it wasn't just relief, exhaling, a release of tension. No, I sincerely think it was a giant middle finger to everyone who has felt it necessary to use NOT winning as a cudgel with which to beat Arsenal about the face and skull.

You must write a new narrative, scribes, about the Arsenal Football Club. Perhaps now you can reshape it to say "Arsenal have not won the league in more than a decade" if you like. That would be more damning than "trophyless" because it puts Arsenal in the same company as those people from the other end of Seven Sisters Road and as Jack Wilshere can tell you, there's nothing worse than that.

Arsenal have won the FA Cup 11 times, on par with Manchester United. Wenger sides have won the trophy 5 times, on par with Sir Alex Ferguson. So give him--and the players--credit, please. It wasn't perfect, but it answered so many of Arsenal's and the manager's critics. Arsenal won away from the the Grove on a big occasion. Arsenal overcame a poor start. Arsenal won a trophy. Is this a story worth commemorating with a book, or even a short story? I say no. But for those who have made "not winning anything" a means by which they can flog the manager and the players, surely this is enough?

Credit where it's due--to Santi Cazorla's brilliant strike, to the ever-ready Laurent Koscielny for his typically grubby falling-down goal, to Kieran Gibbs' heart-stopping intervention, and to the combination of the always frustrating Olivier Giroud and the sent-from-heaven Aaron Ramsey for that priceless winner. Credit to Yaya Sanogo for what is becoming a habit of running on and opening up the game like a proper striker.

And credit most of all to Arsene Wenger, who did in fact lead Arsenal to a winning performance at Wembley in a cup final. You forget that he did manage it in 1998, and in Cardiff on 3 other occasions. Or perhaps you didn't forget it because you'd never seen him win anything in your time as an Arsenal supporter. I don't care how churlish I feel on the inside, I was overjoyed to see the man hoist a trophy again, to smile, to be tossed in the air and doused with champagne. He has been a frustrating, at times infuriating figure at the club but only the hardest of hearts would begrudge him yesterday.

I will be back to perform a proper autopsy on the season and this cup final, but for now, let us just give credit where it is due. Arsenal told all the critics in the world to get stuffed, and I couldn't ask for anything more.

By My Troth!

When I first decided to follow the Arsenal Football Club, it was September 1996 and they were 8th in the table. A friend of mine from Atlanta, upon breaking up with his long-time girlfriend and being a member of the leisure class, had spent the spring in London shagging a Pakistani girl and going to West Ham matches whilst eating some delicious curry and listening to dub and reggae. I envied him most for the West Ham matches.

It's very difficult to recall what the planet was like in 1996. The interwebs had barely become a place where people sought information at that time, and really that's a demarcation line for me.  I was a research associate for a consulting firm and was tasked with figuring out just what this thing was where you could fire up a computer and read things from other parts of the world.

Atlanta and the Olympics--my friend and I had gone to Orlando (his home town) to watch 2 matches from the Olympic football tournament. France vs. Spain and Japan vs. Nigeria. Crikey, I saw some great players. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Football_at_the_1996_Summer_Olympics_%E2%80%93_Men%27s_team_squads if you want to see who was there. Raul, of course, and a few players from France you might have heard of who in two years time would go on to win the World Cup, plus Nakata from Japan and a bloke named Kanu from Nigeria. The official record says that Kanu was 19--"You're having a larf!"

I told my friend as he regaled me with stories of his time going to matches in London that I needed to find a club to support. The Atlanta newspaper published the Premier League table once per week and it was from there that I "chose" the Arsenal. I said "That's a cool name," found out they were in London, and that, as they say, was that.

This was so far in the past that phrases such as "trophy drought," "war chest," "dry powder," or even "Le Professeur" had yet to be associated with the Arsenal. I really liked Dutch football at the time and the eventual combination of Dennis Bergkamp and (my favourite player at the time) Marc Overmars made me love the team (love, as opposed to like). I followed the the French national side intensely at the 1998 World Cup finals and when they returned as World Champions, I was sure that Arsenal would follow on with more greatness, only to see United win the treble (well, I didn't actually see it as televising club football hadn't made inroads into the USA yet).

I've said many times that the first live Arsenal match I ever saw on television was the 2000 Uefa Cup final versus Galatasaray--failure! Yes, that conditioned me to be an Arsenal supporter. "Tough break for your boys," my West Ham-loving friend remarked. He didn't mean it, but that's enough of that.

The next season matches began to be broadcast live on Fox Soccer Channel. The FA Cup semifinal vs. Spuds is burned into my memory. David Rocastle had just passed on, Hod the Sod was in charge of that lot, Graham had just been sacked--that match had subplots on top of subplots and included a come-from-behind victory fueled by goals from PV4 and Dreamy Bob. That's my first FA Cup memory. It's not very old for a man of my advanced years, but for a Yank with no access to the coverage that's available today, I think it makes me auncient.

Of course Arsenal would go on to lose to the McPoyles (trust me, it's an obscure yet appropriate reference) in a stolen final in Cardiff, where I christened one of their players "Stephanie Handjob." More heartbreak. Finishing second to United in the league again was nothing compared to the pain of that final, a referee who couldn't see things that appeared so obvious. It was that day that I started hating Liverpool. Most of my Yank friends who follow the Arsenal didn't understand why Liverpool are the club I despise above all others. Well, it started that day in 2001. It only becomes more intense after every conversation I have with Scousers who feel the need to remind me that their club invented the game. I'll leave discussions of Herbert Chapman for another time.

In the early 2000s, it seemed that playing in the FA Cup final was an Arsenal birthright. In 2002 I was back in Blighty for the "It's only Ray Parlour" final (but Freddie's goal in that match is also one of my favourite Arsenal goals of all time). I watched the agonising victory over Southampton and the penalty shootout victory over MUFC in seasons where Arsenal didn't win the league and lifting the grand old trophy meant the season wasn't a total loss.

But much like everything else regarding Arsenal in the last 10 years, winning the FA Cup seemed to stop mattering to the manager and the club. The League Cup loss to Birmingham City hurt but I've never cared much for the Milk Cup and was able to take that in stride. I'm one of those romantic old fools that still feels that winning the FA Cup means something, because winning it is tied so deeply to my first Arsenal memories. It stands for vanquishing old foes, allowing your players to march up the steps and your captain to lift a trophy, singing songs about Wemberly (as opposed to Cardiff, which was never very romantic at all) and yellow ribbons--for me, recalling goals by Overmars and Anelka that are adopted memories but I've seen them so often that it feels as though I was there. Remembering Tony Adams demanding that Vieira help lift the Cup in 2002. Remembering Vieira's last kick of the ball for the Arsenal. Tell us, Freddie, what's it like to win the FA Cup?

I'm charmed to see my Yank friends "up for the Cup." It's a reminder of another era, a bit less cynical, a bit old fashioned, really. So let's have a lovely day out at Wembley. COME ON YOU GUNNERS!

For your viewing pleasure:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pnPaOi6F4wc A bit of "Hot Stuff" 1998
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WP_8O05dSgc A Day in the Sun 2002
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HTI8E-tBNu0  A Penalty Shootout 2005

On Width and Yanks Loving Liverpool

I don't have a florid beginning to this entry, no historical lead in or seemingly unrelated topic that is brought back at the very end to give an extra bit of meaning to the whole thing.  Let's just get right to it.

Since the FA Cup Semi-final I've engaged in a series of discussions and one round of nearly handbags on twitter about Arsenal's continued use of the 4-3-3 or nominal 4-5-1 when defending and how that formation has its problems. The reason I've been pondering it is that it seemed that opposing sides had sussed how to deal with the formation and how its lack of width save from the fullbacks had left Arsenal open to counter attacks, especially when Arsenal play that ridiculous high defensive line that sees the centre backs across midfield and the fullbacks in the opposing penalty area.

Much was made post-Wigan about how less-turgid Arsenal looked when both Giroud and Sanogo (I can't type his name without thinking of De La Soul) were deployed up top of the formation. I think it could be called a 4-1-2-1-2?  It wasn't a 4-4-2, not in the Tim (Gooner) Sherwood or Roy Hodgson sense, but it was something a bit different.

Much has since been made about Lukas Podolski's role or lack thereof at Arsenal after back-to-back braces against West Ham and Hull City AFC.  After he was substituted against Wigan, he was in a bit of a strop, and every ITK Arsenal blogger said something similar to this: "We can't play him, he doesn't defend! We LITERALLY cannot play him! He makes it too difficult for the fullbacks!"

That's tremendous, isn't it?  You have a player who, unlike all other available Arsenal forwards, actually SCORES GOALS but he CAN'T play because he doesn't DEFEND.  I guess a similar argument should be made for Sagna. He defends but he doesn't score! He puts too much pressure on the forwards by not scoring! Yes, we know he's a defender, but here at the Arsenal we expect goal scorers to play like Jaap Stam and our defenders to score like Gerd Muller! TOTAL FOOTBALL!

Conventional wisdom has forced tremendous backtracking from Arsenal supporters over the years. The most recent example would be "Aaron Ramsey is shit; oops, I mean he's Welsh Jesus." After the Wigan match, conventional wisdom was all about Poldi's defending.  Then four goals in two games and everyone's saying "Hmm, can a team starved for goals from the forward position afford NOT to play him?"

I have a question: Why are the fullbacks Arsenal's only option for providing wide attacking play?  It's not a rule. It's not in the Bible or the Koran or the Torah or even the Talmud, to the best of my knowledge.  My near spat on twitter (with one of my favourite Arsenal bloggers, no less) seemed to suggest that playing Podolski automatically means that whoever is at left back will run himself to death with no cover and will decide to leave the club and Arsenal will have to re-sign Traore because nobody will want to play for Arsenal under those conditions, or something to that effect.

This question ties into what appeared to be a two striker formation in the Wigan match. I heard no comments that suddenly Arsenal were horribly exposed down the left even though it was not put upon either of the forwards to cover the opponent's right wing.

The lovely fellows at Tuesday Club made a very clear and rational argument for more flexibility in the formation choice in their most recent podcast. You can listen to it if you like, it's quite entertaining. My biggest issue with the 4-5-1 or 4-3-3 is that the way Arsene deploys it, the 3 midfielders are all centrally deployed playmakers or pivot players or destroyers and the other two are dying to be central strikers unless Rozza starts at the top of the second 3. The Ox can offer some width but again he likes to attack from the inside.

Nobody anywhere has ever said that only the top 2 wide players should defend the flanks in this formation, but I think that it's clear that the personnel that make up Arsenal's midfield don't have the capacity nor the inclination to play wide in a 4-4-2 or 4-1-2-1-2. Arsenal are built to be narrow and attack through the middle right now, and the only attacking width comes from pushing the fullbacks so high up the pitch that a misplaced cross or loss of possession against a good team will mean punishment at the other end.

Yet there is Poldi, "all he does is score goals."  I've never seen people chastise Dzeko for not being a conscientious defender, but this received wisdom that Podolski has no value because he doesn't defend has become an unshakeable truth among Arsenal supporters.   I'm tired of seeing Giroud miss chance after chance (yes I know he does other things, yes I know he scored a great goal against WHU) and wail in Gallic frustration. Poor Sanogo isn't yet ready to lead the line and score much or at all. And yes, I know that Ramsey is now back and scored against Hull and he plays perfectly off of Giroud but again, there is a question of width when facing teams that pack the box and play tightly and try to hit Arsenal on the counter.

Even if Wenger did want to "experiment" with a two-striker formation (experiment?  How many titles did the man win playing two?!!), he hasn't bought the players to make such a shift. There's no flexibility in the squad sheet so there really can be no flexibility in the tactics.  The away loss to Stoke comes to mind when I think of a match where some tactical freshening could've helped.

The oddest thing about all this is that Wenger played midfielders who really did attack down the flanks on the tiny pitch at Highbury, and has eschewed this option at the Grove. There's a logic in there somewhere, I'm sure I'll find it.
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In light of Liverpool's early coronation as champions, many Yanks are donning red shirts and professing love for all things Scouse, Stevie G, the tactical genius of Brendan Rodgers, the tragedy of Hillsborough, the Beatles, and a lot of shit about which they really know nothing. With this being NBC's first season broadcasting or streaming every match, this is for many of us an introduction to English football and there seems to be some bizarre romanticisation of Liverpool by the novice.

Yanks don't understand the loud-mouthed, know-it-all, "we invented the game, Shankley, Paisley, Alan Hansen was the fastest player in the history of football, what do you know about football you idiot Yank?, John Barnes was the greatest player ever, Ian Rush was the greatest player ever, King Kenny, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah" Liverpool fans. Christ they never fucking shut up. I'd rather listen to Teddy Sheringham read Glenn Hoddle's autobiography than have a discussion--or rather ATTEMPT to have a discussion--about football with a goddamned Scouser. Yanks have no idea, this was the most hated club in English football long before United started running the rule over the top flight.

The worst thing about it is the horrible pro-Liverpool bias among the English press and media. These people have this romantic memory of the greatness of Liverpool and how it will never be that good again and they spend column after column verbally wanking over a team led by a bitey racist and a serial diver. (No, they're not one and the same.)

You don't understand it, Yanks. They don't want your support. They don't like you. They think you're stupid. They think you don't know anything about the game. And on that point, they may be right.

Liverpool winning the league is bad for football. Arsenal haven't won the league in over a decade (and haven't played in the States in 25 years) and yet the number of Arsenal supporters routinely outnumbers all other clubs. This says that nobody becomes an Arsenal supporter because they're glory-hunting day-trippers. The number of Liverpool supporters in the USA will swell like rats from an abandoned house and will be just as annoying and vile and obnoxious.

You don't know what you're doing, Yanks. You simply don't know what you're doing.

11 from 33 = Failure

The former American basketball coach Bobby Knight used to stress that he coached his players to make the fewest mistakes as possible in a game. His theory was that even if your shot isn't falling or you're facing a team with more talent, making fewer mistakes than your opponent would keep you in the contest. I've heard many theories on coaching from hundreds of coaches and managers and one theme that kept popping up was that you can't coach from a negative perspective. Knight didn't believe this.

By a "negative perspective" I mean, it's more difficult to teach a player not to do something, to avoid an action, than it is to teach him to actively do a thing. A simple example is that it's easier to say to a player "Run fast!" than it is to say "Don't run slowly!" Putting a negative thought in a player's head makes him less decisive, forces him to start considering things instead of being instinctive, or so the theory goes.

Where Bobby Knight is concerned, let's put it in its most basic terms: He would lose his mind when a player made a mistake.  That's not an exaggeration, either. Nothing, not even incompetent officiating, grated on him like seeing a misplaced pass, a missed assignment, a forced play, a silly foul, or anything that can be classified as a "mental mistake." As such, he tended to recruit players who were perhaps less physically talented than others but had a greater mental acumen for the game, and his teams tended to play in a fundamentally sound style, no matter the changes in the team sheet over the decades. (Knight's lunacy and lack of self control are another subject for another writer.)

There were of course other aspects to Knight's teams but it always came back to avoiding the mistakes that kill momentum or give your opponent easy scoring opportunities. That was the foundation--everything else rested on it. Knight had much success in his career getting good performances out of teams that were less talented than those they defeated.

I bring this up because of what I saw in the latest Arsenal away defeat to a "top" club. Well, what I watched of the match, anyway, as I got to the point where I simply had to switch it off. Abject performances in big matches have that effect on me.

The mistakes that Arsenal made, both of omission and commission, undid them. This is aside from an overall tentativeness in attack that I'll leave for either another post or for someone else to describe. What I find galling about the losses that Arsenal have suffered this year where they've conceded 3 or more goals is that they've shown none of the organisation and "pragmatism" that saved them during last season's run in.

I was so disgusted after the opening home loss to Villa that I turned to my group of Gooners in our New Orleans pub and said "If this is the best we can do then Wenger needs to be fired." What made me furious was the way that Arsenal conceded in that match. There it was--the ridiculously high defensive line again. Leaving essentially one CB to try to defend 3 attackers running at full speed straight at Szcz. The same old mistakes that we thought had been eliminated since February of 2013 were there again, the exact same ones, Groundhog Day and all that.

That, and not the loss in and of itself, is why I was furious with Wenger.  That August fury has faded into a sad realisation that I was right, that Wenger cannot set out the team to play with the requisite toughness and help them minimise the mistakes that have cost them a league title this season.

Mistakes cost Arsenal first place in their CL group. A simple, pragmatic, even Teutonic game plan against Napoli would have settled it, we all thought going in that it was a fait acompli that we would win and avoid one of the big teams in the knockout phase. Instead, silly mistakes settled that and the rest, once again, is history.

The loss at City was one I could walk away from and say that, while it was hardly a glorious battle, it easily could have finished 4-4 and that would have been a fair result given the way both teams played. Of course that can't be said for the away defeats to Liverpool and Chelsea. Again, it wasn't about being outclassed, but rather it was down to silly mistakes and that insane high defensive line. (Pardon me for going all Stewie Robson on you by repeating that.)

So that brings us to "the biggest match of the season Mark VI" or whichever one it was away at Goodison. The team started out a bit more compact and the fullbacks didn't bomb forward like the bleeding Light Brigade, but again the mistakes crept in and led to the first 2 goals. I haven't seen the third and don't care to, but the first two were down to incredibly poor marking and a lack of composure around our own 18 yard box.

Mistakes, the same mistakes, over and over, season after season, simple, correctable mistakes are our undoing. League Cup against Birmingham City?  A mistake cost us a trophy. Mistakes, errors, gaffs, comical cock-ups, whatever you want to call them, they are the recurring theme in a decade of failure. Enough is enough, really.

I used to find it easy to blame the mistakes on the players--Gibbs falling over versus MUFC, Clichy continually doing something stupid, Alex Song leaving an huge gap at the back as he galloped forward like a riderless horse--but after so many years of seeing them, I can't do that anymore. Last season I thought Wenger had rid himself of all of his bad habits (tactical intransigence, misplaced loyalty to failing players) when he took the team to Bayern and benched Szcz and TV5. It seemed as though this was a new Arsenal, a new old Arsenal, a new old George Graham at his peak Arsenal. I wrote that Wenger had finally merged his need for Gallic flair with Teutonic pragmatism. In other words, "Just win, cheri."

This run in has undone all of that good will. There is none left.  This post simply addresses in-game errors and doesn't even begin to treat on the transfer window miscalculations. Arsenal are a tactical mess right now. What is the point of a side that pleads inequality in spending but is set out to attempt to overwhelm supposedly much more talented opponents? Why not continue to pile up results with pragmatic tactics that keep the flaws in the side hidden and actually minimise the potential for mistakes?

And that's it, isn't it?  You have to hide the flaws in your team and find a way to play to whatever strengths you have. Mertesacker has no pace but is masterful at reading the game. Why have him knocking it about in the other team's half?  Sagna is tops at winning headers but is rather crap at crossing. Is it sensible to have him stationed in the other side's penalty area when they've been sent out to hit you on the counter?  These are schoolboy mistakes, and quite frankly they're unacceptable after so many years.

Arsenal have taken 11 points from the last 11 league matches. 11 from 33. Mistakes piled on top of mistakes have destroyed what was a very pleasing season for the club and forced Wenger's supporters (I had counted myself among them) to be rather harsh in our assessments. These in-game errors are avoidable and a manager with Wenger's experience ought to have cut them out after the opening match of the season, but here we are and there they are, and nothing seems to have changed.

Last weekend I had to shamefully say to my friends that "right now, Pulisball > Wengerball." What a vulgar and disheartening thought.

A Swan Song?

In baseball in the United States, it was Bobby Cox, the former manager of the Atlanta Braves. In college gridiron, it was Bobby Bowden, the former coach of Florida State University. And now, apparently, in English football, it is Arsene Wenger.

Each one of these men built something lasting and something that was not there before. Yet each one is remembered equivocally because of such a sharp division in their tenures. The first half of each one's career was marked with transforming a sporting club, and when I say transforming I literally mean completely changing it from what it was to what it has become.

Each man inherited a club that needed to change in order to thrive. Each changed not just the fortunes on the playing field but the culture off it. Each was a figure larger than the institution itself. And so it now appears, each stayed too long in his position, far too long for some of the lustre not to fade from his legacy.

I am afraid, finally, that Arsene Wenger's turn at the helm of the good ship Arsenal FC has gone on too long. It is not a question of "Well, who is better?" because someone is. One simply cannot measure Wenger's effectiveness in his position by asking who may come along as his replacement. One has to ask, by as objective a set of standards as possible, has Arsene Wenger done the best possible job with this squad?

That question includes his role as both tactician and as what Yanks call "general manager," that person who selects the personnel that make up the squad. In the harsh light of the home draw to Swansea, I am leaning toward answering that question with a qualified "no."

This squad is unbalanced, and that is not acceptable. There is not sufficient cover at centre half nor at central striker, and for a club with championship ambitions, that is not acceptable. I'm not ploughing new ground by making this point, but I am using it to support my opinion. Wenger once could call upon Thierry Henry, Dennis Bergkamp, Sylvain Wiltord, and Kanu to lead the line. Now he has Olivier Giroud and Yaya Sanogo. That's it. How can a man with Wenger's acumen allow this to happen?  How many sides in the Premiership with less financial muscle than Arsenal have more options up front?  This is a failure that is so blindingly obvious that it's almost not to be believed.

Wenger gives the appearance of a man who is not content unless there's some type of shibboleth beating him about the face. Prior to this incarnation of the Arsenal, the damnation was that he went too far in trusting young players and divested the squad of too much experience too quickly. He has corrected that, but now has lurched to having literally one experienced striker in the side for an entire season. Worse, that striker isn't what one would call lethal. He's essentially the Gallic Emile Heskey.

Trying to play 38 league matches plus cup competitions with only one senior forward is so ridiculous it's almost comical, yet the man who was once known as the architect of a truly beautiful brand of attacking football made the choice to to do so. Can anyone in charge of evaluating the job he has done sign off on that decision?  The same case can be made for having only 3 central defenders for such a full slate of matches over the course of a season. Given the brittleness of Arsenal players and the queue at the physio's door, could you reasonably expect that nothing would happen to force you to need another experienced hand back there?  Koscielny is injured and surely that must inhibit the play of the only two fit centre halves at the club now. Neither can afford to get hurt or suspended.

The other area where it's fair to spot failings in Wenger's management is in the tactics that have seen 18 of the total goals allowed in the league this season to come in just 4 games against other "big" clubs. Away defeats to Man United, Man City, Liverpool, and Chelsea showed what can only be called tactical naivete in matches where a good deal of pragmatism was required. Toss in the season-opening loss at the Grove to Aston Villa and you have 21 goals shipped in 5 games. Is that an acceptable number when evaluating Wenger as a tactician? If my maths are correct, Arsenal managed to score 5 in reply to those 21.

Each of those matches was a big occasion (assuming one includes the opening day of the season at home as a big occasion), and in each, Arsenal walked away with embarrassment as the only reward. Tactically each was a colossal implosion. Not being privy to inside information, I can only ask "Why?" as opposed to making assumptions. Why was a high line that left the defence horribly exposed employed in each of these matches?  Why could a side that can over the course of two seasons travel to the home of the best club team in the world play 180 minutes and only surrender one goal contrive to play so poorly in these five matches?

Leading up to the Chelsea debacle, Arsenal had defeated Everton 4-1, drawn away to Bayern 1-1, and defeated S***s 1-0 in one of the most complete defensive efforts of the season. Why then should they come into Chelsea and play exactly the way they had on day one versus Villa, not to mention the away matches against Man City and and Liverpool?  In the first few minutes of the match at Stamford Bridge I saw the blueprint for the ensuing failure when the centre backs were at the midfield line. What was the need for such a reckless attacking pose when there were 90 minutes plus to play?  It boggles the mind to the point that one might go so far as to question the manager's mental health.

My evaluation of this season and Wenger's performance is that it is not good enough, and it did not need to be thus. Simple pragmatism could have avoided all of this. They were leading against Villa, and the counterattacking punishment they suffered in that match was completely unnecessary and completely self-inflicted. The opening goal against Swansea was the same. The last thing this side needs right now is to start off matches pushing the fullbacks up to the opposing corner flag.

The reason these tactics are failing is partly due to the long-term injury absences of Walcott, Ramsey, Wilshere, and Ozil. Wenger is--or is presumed to be--intelligent enough to know that when his attack is hampered to such an extreme, the tactics have to change. Yet even up 2-1 to Swansea, Mertesacker and TV5 were inside the opposing halfway line. This is so astonishing that it appears either insane or suicidal.

Bobby Cox lost whatever magic he had with the Atlanta Braves and his tenure ended with even his defenders begging him to leave. Bobby Bowden went from the pinnacle of success to having newspaper columns written about him as a dottering old man. It is a shame that Arsene Wenger is now enduring a similar fate, but it is a fate of his own making.

From Crisis to Crisis

I suppose I should say something before the Swansea match so that whatever happens there will either temporarily alleviate the crisis or continue it.

Oh, the crisis, yes.  THE CRISIS. There is a crisis at the Arsenal. It is one crisis that is composed of many other crises, any one of which would be enough to wreck a season, much less see the club capable of being only 4 points off the top of the league with a victory over the Swans.

There is the crisis of the only one striker. Seeing Giroud lumber about, heavy legged and seemingly bereft of confidence, one can peer back to the past two transfer windows and remember the baffling decision not to buy him any help.  Now the club have one striker, not very ably assisted by a talented but inexperienced young Frenchman and possibly Chuba Akpom. Akpom is 18 and was just recalled from a loan at Coventry City.

There is the crisis of injury piled on top of injury. This is not an unusual crisis for the Gunners. An official inquest has been launched, however, and nobody knows if that will make a difference. What we do know is that Ramsey, Wilshere, Ozil, and Walcott are currently unavailable. Not many clubs, no matter the squad depth, could endure this kind of injury plague to their attack. Throw in a now-knackered Koscielny and suddenly there's a defensive crisis because there are no reserve first-team central defenders.

There is lastly the crisis of confidence. This is the crisis that has seen Arsenal surrender half of all the goals this season in just 3 matches. 17 have been shipped versus Manchester City, Liverpool, and Chelsea. What it says about the players and the manager is anyone's guess, but it is certainly a problem. They're not just losses, they're hideous collapses that embarrass everyone and make you question BIG things.  Big things like...

• The manager's ability to prepare the side for "big" matches.
• The players' ability to execute a plan of attack and defence. 
• The talent in the squad.
• The players' heart and desire. 
• The manager's willingness to adjust and make changes when things appear to be going badly. 
• The manager's place at the club.

None of those things is pleasant to think about, but unfortunately after three such occurrences in one season, they are things that will come to mind.

Swansea will tell all, won't it?

No, probably not.

This powder is quite dry

It could be that I'm completely wrong about this, and that time and circumstances may prove that, but I'm quite comfortable with the idea that Arsenal don't need to rush to purchase a player in January that will “push them over the line” where a league title is concerned.

Before I continue, I think I should restate that the only trophy that matters for any football club is the league. The league is not a knockout, one-off, happenstance trophy that can be affected by the outcome of one match, one puff of wind, one injury, one two-point deduction for a brawl, or really any one factor. It's not to say that a combination of a dozen of those type things won't make the difference between an open top bus parade and abject failure, but to be fair if a dozen of those things happen to your club in one season, you may want to revisit the idea that you were championship material at all.

The league championship is the only one that matters because it is the ultimate measure of a squad's ability to be better than every other club. As much as I enjoy (and agonise) over the other competitions, the long slog of a league season is the one that defines every Arsenal season for me.

So now, Arsenal have passed more than half a season's worth of matches and as of this moment find themselves in the Champion's seat, amassing more points than any other English or Welsh club (big ups, Wales!) in the top division. “We can win it!” we say, with conviction, for the first time in a decade. It's the ultimate honour, the only way to truly cover one's club in glory, a 38-match contest that revealed character and willingness more than any other traits.

There was a strength in desire among Wenger's first decade of clubs. From “the legendary back five” and Ian Wright and Manu Petit and Marc Overmars, to players like Big Sol and Lauren and Bob and Freddie and Gilberto, there was never a question that those players didn't want to win the league more than anything. There was a commitment in every match, or so it seems, and there was a joy in lifting that league trophy (mostly because it meant that MUFC had been bested) that bore testament to just how difficult and how precious a prize it was and is.

So why wouldn't I want Arsenal to mortgage the future for that glory now that they sit in the most advantageous position with less than half a season remaining?

Isn't it worth a gamble to reward a player like Sagna, you say? “You heartless bastard, why deprive him of the glory?” Or perhaps, “Isn't it worth it to blood players like Wilshere who will now understand what it means to lift the trophy in an Arsenal shirt?”

To those questions, which could be phrased in many different ways and use so many different names, I can only say that while I'm sure the Portsmouth supporters enjoyed their day in the sun, do they really think that the gamble of a glorious FA Cup run was worth the near extinction of their club? I suppose at my core this my problem, that I'm far more post-war English than post-modern Yank. What is my feeling about gambling the future on the present? No. No thank you, sir. Consolidate. Retrench. Hold fast. Prepare for rainy days, for shortages, for the worst that can happen.

If we say that Arsenal must go mental over the next 3 weeks and spend a large sum on that special player that will indeed drag them over the line, we're saying that we see this as an opportunity that may not soon present itself again. I simply do not believe that. I don't believe that Arsenal face a future bereft of opportunities. I don't believe that 30 million quid spent today means insurance against another 8 years of seasons devoid of honours.

As I see it, as I've weighed all the evidence, this season is not the culmination nor the fleeting glimpse. This season is the beginning. Everything that has happened up to this point since the Invincibles season was a separate chapter in the club's history. This season is year one. You don't panic in year one. You don't terrorise yourself with thoughts that if you don't run wild and spend a massive amount of cash, you'll be forever locked into a “negative spiral” that you can't escape.

Nacho Monreal brought absolutely no glamour to the club last winter, but it can't be denied that his long-term value will exceed the price that was paid for his services. Cover? Perhaps. I see him more as a necessity to a club that now refuses to field a side that can be embarrassed. You can't win ANYTHING without players like Nacho in your side.

So what am I advocating if I'm not saying that Arsenal should splurge on a bank-breaking forward that can ignite a glorious goal-scoring binge which brings a trophy?

Spend 20 million pounds on 2 players that can offer you a Nacho-esque contribution over more than one season, if you must. A center back who wants to play for your club, a forward or winger who would thrill at the prospect of 4 good years at one of the best clubs in the world. Or don't—actually, I don't care. I trust the squad as it is to be at or near the top of the league in May.

You may question this with as much speculation and probability as you can, but all I can do is answer you with “I suppose that's possible.” Every club faces that sort of tension (save Manchester City, one would guess). Someone may get hurt, someone may lose interest, a referee may go all Mike Riley on us, but those are simply the sort of things that happen during a long season. (If you don't recall why I cite Mike Riley, go to the youtube and search “Mike Riley Arsenal” and you'll see.)

The reality is that circumstances have conspired against the “big January transfer window signing” scenario that so many Arsenal supporters want. World Cup, foreign league table positions, release clauses, agents...it goes on and on. Arsenal would be better to seek depth and support than the big name splash, for the simple reason that depth and support are more likely and will be needed over the run in.

I'm NOT advocating that Arsenal “keep the powder dry,” please. That should never be a consideration. I'm only saying that Arsenal need to evaluate the current squad with honesty and plan accordingly. There is money needed to resign some players, to extend some players, and to ward off the poaching of clubs with more financial muscle.

Don't worry. Don't panic. Don't feel that if Arsenal fail to win the league this season, that it will never happen again. That's how I would deal with this existential moment.

I hurled insults, epithets, and missiles

I have been watching Arsenal matches on television (I'm a Yank and since 2002 have had little in the way of a travel budget) since the 2000 Uefa Cup final versus Galatasary.  Little did I know that that match would come to epitomise the vast majority of my Arsenal watching.  It was excruciatingly painful and not something I ever wish to repeat. It concluded with a group of very overly-demonstrative Turks jumping on tables in a pub in Atlanta, Georgia, screaming and shouting, and a group of Arsenal supporters (almost entirely English ex-patriots segregated quite purposefully from the Turks, need I say why?) staring at the screen in disbelief after a fruitless penalty shootout.

13 years ago there were very few ways to watch Europaean football in the USA. 13 years ago, Uefa scheduled tournament finals in mid-week during the afternoon in the USA because nobody in Europe thought anybody in this hemisphere gave a shit about those tournaments. 13 years ago, ESPN did not televise various Uefa association club matches, nor international tournaments, nor friendlies, and such a thing as "Fox Soccer Channel" did not yet exist.

But 13 years ago, Arsenal contrived to lose a match they should have won.

Fast-forward 13 years and you find one of the "Big 4" American networks paying an outrageous sum of money to the Premier League for the right to televise EVERY SINGLE LEAGUE MATCH FOR AN ENTIRE SEASON. There are such things as "GolTV," "BeinSport," and of course some leftover version of "Fox Soccer Channel" that still shows matches. Thierry Henry has been plying his trade in the USA for years now.  David Beckham did the same. Players from the States have been let loose all over Europe.

All across the 50 states and probably some territories as well, bars and pubs have established large and loyal customer bases by advertising themselves as "soccer bars" which will open at obscenely early hours to cater to an now almost-exclusively native population that has grown from fractional and marginal to a group with considerable buying power.

What has caused this explosion?  I have my ideas but that's going to wait for another blog entry. 

Today is to recall that day over 13 years ago when I literally thought there was going to be blood shed at the end of an Arsenal match between Englishmen and Turks. And how during the Arsenal v. Aston Villa match on Saturday, I literally thought there was going to be blood shed between...two groups of Yanks.

So it has come to this, eh?  "Down at my local," the Arsenal supporters group is well-known as the largest, most loyal, and most respectful of all the club fans. We are the ones who bought drinks for the old Birmingham City supporter after the League Cup final as he shed joyous tears and said "I've never seen my club win anything before!" 

So on opening day, a group of "Liverpool Supporters" (we'd never seen them in the bar before), a Man City "supporter," (sure, he bleeds sky blue and would be doing so if they'd never won a thing!) and a Fulham "supporter" decided that it was far more important to antagonise the Arsenal group than anything else they could do that day--and went about accomplishing this by loudly cheering when Arsenal players were either injured (Gibbs) or appeared to be so (Sagna) or had the shite kicked out of them (Wilshere, Ramsey, Ox, etc.). These cunts stayed at the bar for that express purpose.

My, how popular the sport has become here.

I'd like to thank Arsene Wenger and the club for taking what used to be a very pleasant past time and getaway from my regular life, something I've been following since 1996, and turning it into one of the most unpleasant experiences I've ever had watching any sporting event.  Thank you.  You've ruined the club and by extension soured the experience of millions of us on this side of the Atlantic who have little hope of ever seeing the Arsenal in person (since you also refuse to tour the United States, which I assume is yet another example of one of your peculiar prejudices, like spending money or playing sound defence).

I've made many good friends through being associated with the club. We enjoy each others' company, and generally I've found Arsenal supporters in the USA to be educated, humourous, and well-spoken.  We use the matches as an opportunity to get together, share a pint or two, and have a day (or morning) out.

After Saturday, I sincerely don't want to do that anymore.  I don't care to pay for the privilege of wondering which tosser at the end of the bar is going to kick my head in. I don't care to spend more time during the matches fighting with "third party" supporters who didn't even lift a finger to insult anything during the MUFC match that followed ours. Arsenal are shit, they play like shit, and they invite this kind of behaviour through their shit play and shit behaviour in the transfer market and childish "40,000,001" quid bids and stupid talk of "spirit, quality, belief, determination" and whatever other shit handbrake nonsense that "our" manager spouts.

I have nothing else to say about the match. It sucked whale cock. The end. 

Proximity...by nellypop

Welcome back our contributing writer nellypop with some off-season musings that ought to be of particular interest to those of us on this side of the Atlantic. 

There’s a famous saying that goes along the lines of “the grass is always greener on the other side.” In recent times the Arsenal fan base has found itself divided along many lines, from who we should sign to whether we should hand Arsène his P45. One thing that regularly invites discussion (or argument, depending on who you are speaking to) is whether you are a more loyal and committed fan if you live overseas or within a stone’s throw of the Emirates. Or indeed, who suffers more to follow their team.

For some perspective from the outset, I should probably establish that I live in England, just north of London, with a match day journey time of around 45 minutes. I am about to begin my third year as a season ticket holder. And I live with a Sp*rs fan.

Many of my online acquaintances follow Arsenal from thousands of miles and many time zones away, and this brings with it challenges. Matches may not be televised, they may kick-off at 2am, and for every day, minute and hour committed to watching the boys in red-and-white on screens of varying sizes, these dedicated fans may never see them in the flesh. A lucky few can afford to fly in for one, two, three games a season, at a cost equivalent to that which I pay for a full 26 games a season. More likely, the only opportunity to watch this Arsenal team is a pre-season tour in a mock-competitive environment or a showpiece friendly. For some perspective, the last time Arsenal visited our many millions of fans in the US was for a solitary game in 1972.

However, the main focus of this article is to look at the perils of living in close proximity to so many Tottnumb supporters.

I am the first to admit that I am extraordinarily fortunate to have a season ticket (borrowed, since I am around 25,000th on the waiting list) which allows me a guaranteed seat at every home game, and priority for various away fixtures. I’m still new enough to the match day experience that every time I cross the Ken Friar bridge, every time I step out into the stand before a game, and every time the boys come out of the tunnel after a fanfare of dramatic music, I still get an adrenaline rush as if it were that first game. (Highbury, 15 February 2004, FA Cup 5th Round, Arsenal 2-1 Chelsea, Mutu (39), Reyes (56), Reyes (61) if you were wondering.)

And then there are the community moments – the child on the tube who exclaims, “Look daddy, that lady is going to see Arsenal too” [as an aside, when did I stop being a girl?!], the hug-a-stranger games when sheer delight permeates the whole stadium, and the journey home, where a look at your shirt and your face prompts random travellers to ask the final result or who scored.

However, there is a price I pay just like many other London-local fans, in a more extreme form than you will find anywhere else on the planet. In the street, at work, and (worst of all) at home, I am surrounded by people who proclaim ardent support for the little club up the road. Of course, over the year, this works out generally in our favour, with more gleeful moments than humiliating ones. But, when you consider that the last year without a St. Totteringham’s Day was the 94/95 season, the goalposts are rather different for each team – simply finishing above is no longer a measure of success – annihilation has to be the aim.

While debate will rage as to what league position this Arsenal team has aspired to for the last few years, there is little doubt that each season for Tottnumb begins with a big red laser sight on our backs – their number one target. The media get suckered in by articles such as this http://www.guardian.co.uk/football/2011/oct/31/rafael-van-der-vaart-arsenal-spurs, this http://www.telegraph.co.uk/sport/football/teams/tottenham-hotspur/9098731/Tottenham-striker-Jermain-Defoe-says-Sundays-north-London-derby-is-more-important-for-Arsenal.html and this http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sport/football/article-2283567/Gareth-Bale-says-Tottenham-better-Arsenal.html, and we end up facing another season of vicious penmanship. No one likes a bully, after all. With Tottenham cast as the plucky David, let Arsenal ever be considered as Goliath, for it will mean that they remain in our shadow. Goody-two-shoes Arsenal, with the self-sufficient business plan and international footprint are an easy target for the press, and means that allegations of media bias are not entirely unfounded.

For those abroad, there are a minority of Sp*rs fans who invade the peace, but given the following they have globally, they are a small nuisance compared to the carnage in the UK. Consider the irritation faced daily by those living within the M25: every dropped Arsenal point is a cause for a victory parade or a DVD, and every Tottnumb victory is heralded by a flurry of texts and Facebook messages to all known Arsenal fans along the lines of “COYS”. This is a club with such low expectations that overwhelming joy follows wins in the Carling Cup or draws against top-10 teams. Add in the Monday morning chirpiness following a successful weekend and you have a recipe for stressed Gooners. The best word to describe the attitude of Sp*rs fans is “desperate."

Slightly more unusual is the situation I find myself in, cohabiting with “one of them." This has logistical challenges, such as always being out on opposing weekends, due to the fixture fiddling which means our teams alternate home games. More challenging, though, is the fact that a good result for one is generally a bad result for the other, leading to mismatched happiness or desolation – for example, returning home after the 5-2 or the final game of the season and having to contain my glee, or alternatively following the reverse North London Derby, having to face his delight in the midst of my despondency. Luckily, my moods are far more dictated by the Arsenal than his are by Sp*rs, but even so, I’ve resorted to moderating my emotions by putting Gareth Bale in my fantasy team to ensure that if Sp*rs do have a good result, at least there will be a silver lining, however thin. Arsenal’s motto may be “Victory through Harmony," but in my household there is very little Harmony through Victory.

The here and now is just about bearable, since the rest of my family are fervent Arsenal fans, but it’s the future that concerns me. I’ve already had a word with my dad to ensure that the next generation of prospective Arsenal fans will be gifted mini-kits and indoctrinated before they are old enough to walk, and more importantly, before anything can go wrong. After all, I wouldn’t wish Tottenham support on anyone.

So while we should remember that our overseas fans give so much time, money and dedication to the Arsenal cause, we also have to remember that in fact the grass is not always greener on the other side. In my own way I, like so many Arsenal fans local to N5, go through hell and back for my club to ensure that the strong roots of Arsenal support are cultivated to pull through the wilderness of Sp*rs fandom. We wouldn’t have it any other way.

You can follow me on Twitter @nellypop13. #NorthLondonIsRed

ITK, IDK...IDGAF, so STFU!

What is this phenomenon we see thanks to the ubiquity of twitter?  twitter has created a two-headed monster.  One head claims to know everything, or hints to know everything, or hints to know something. The other head does nothing but oppose the first while proudly claiming to know nothing at all.

At this point in the nascent 2013 summer transfer epic, Arsenal have done f*** all. It's early yet, right?  Or is it?  Is it actually mid-game?  Is it late?  Is it all over already?

But this isn't about Arsenal's transfers.  Why?  Because, while I am neither head one nor head two, I really don't know anything at all about Arsenal's business. It's not a match where I can sit and cheer for someone, so it doesn't really captivate my interest. And even if I did "know something" today, it wouldn't be worth a damned thing until the actual moment Arsenal announce the player is signed or sold.

What I find amusing is that with the advent of twitter, some people are able to purport to be "in the know" and derive some bizarre thrill in setting the world (literally the world of football, from twitter to "proper journos") ablaze by claiming special knowledge about a particular manouever. This is funny.  Before twitter, how could any regular Joe or Jill do such a thing?  We all knew the tosser sitting at the end of the bar in the pub, talking out his hole about how we should just wait and see the big signing on the way. That was his twitter. His blather probably never found its way onto the BBC.

Yet, in the face of such nonsensical pronouncements now finding footing among the world of proper reportage, a new group has arisen. These people fancy themselves the guardians of credible information.  They don't actually HAVE any of that information, they're just keeping watch in case something incredible comes along. These brave souls stand atop the barricades they've assembled and point defiantly at every rumour-peddler: "You!" they shout. "You there!  STOP SAYING YOU KNOW ANYTHING!  YOU CAN'T KNOW ANYTHING! NOBODY KNOWS ANYTHING! QUITE LITERALLY NOBODY ANYWHERE HAS ANY KNOWLEDGE OF ANYTHING AT ALL!  AND I WILL EXPOSE YOU AS THE FRAUD THAT YOU ARE!"  And on, and on, and on it goes. Since these gallant few don't have the inside information, they KNOW one thing: that nobody else can have any either!

These are the people that really amuse me more than the "ITK" types. They will painstakingly deconstruct every rumour and end it with "until the player is signed, nobody knows anything."  My question is, since you admit you know nothing, how do you actually know who knows something?  How do you KNOW that John Cross absolutely doesn't know something?  I particularly like "Everything in the paper is fiction."  Really?

So instead of being an "ITK" about some juicy bit of transfer minutiae, what they're really saying is that they're "ITK" about what's NOT true, that they have the inside information about how wrong John Cross is.  How they know this, I don't know. So who knows?  And how does this make the denouncer any more credible than the one he's denouncing?  You don't know who John Cross or anybody else talks to, so my advice to you would be to shut your self-righteous holes.

Here's my suggestion: Ignore the rumour-peddlers, ignore those spending time denouncing them, and have a cold beverage. It's going to be a very warm summer.  I'm lucky enough to have cricket to keep me distracted. Thankfully there's no ICC transfer window. But I did hear an interesting rumour about a certain spin bowler...just follow me on twitter for all the latest...
 

Never Say Never...by nellypop

(As my plans to turn this blog into a global media empire are moving forward, I've brought in my first contributor. You can call her nellypop. She's from England and she's an Arsenal season ticket holder so she should have more credibility than I do.  I've known her--virtually--for a few years and I think she's an excellent writer.  By way of introduction, I asked her for two Arsenal facts--favourite player and favourite Arsenal moment and her responses were "Cesc Fabregas and the first of our 5-2 victories over 'them'" but she asked me not to say Cesc because it would spoil the objectivity of the following post. Sorry, no need to self-censor for the sake of objectivity here. So without further ado, here's phase II of this blog, presented without commercial interruption for your edification.)

I’ve known Trey a while, and more often than not we share similar viewpoints on all things Arsenal. However, I couldn’t let his rather strong diatribe on Cesc Fabregas go unanswered, if only to restore an element of balance to the Gooner universe.

I should start by saying that this is not the first time I’ve written about our former captain since he decided to depart for pastures Nou. Indeed, my views are on record and can be read here. The gist of my argument, though, was that my biggest issue with Fabregas’ departure was timing rather than anything else, with Xavi and Iniesta still at the top of their game, and a much larger role still on offer at Arsenal.

He made 212 senior appearances for the club, in an 8 year period during which he led us to the Champions League final and single-handedly hauled us through many a game. In all that time, he never made any pretence that Barcelona was not a dream of his. Trey may argue that his behaviour has been worse than others such as the Dutch Skunk, but ultimately we all understand why he wanted to go play for the hometown club he supported as a boy, not to mention the greatest team in the world (at the time).

The little boy inside...

Van Persie, on the other hand, supported Arsenal as a child and issued a statement in February 2011 saying: “I know you can win trophies in many countries and in many ways, but I want to do that in our way and in an Arsenal shirt. I'm sure I could win things at another team in another country, but would it feel like our trophy, my trophy? I'm not sure it would. Anything we win here will come from the heart and that's what I want.” For me personally, while it hurts that he wanted to leave, the real kick in the face is the barefaced lies that accompanied the whole masquerade. Fabregas may not have been perfect, but at least he was honest. We only have ourselves to blame if we put our fingers in our ears and screamed “la la la” at the tops of our voices, and I fully count myself as one of that number. Van Persie left either for money or for glory (a trait that is much derided in fans), whereas Fabregas left to play for his hometown club. I know which I think is a better reason.

Of course, the typical argument levelled at Fabregas is that he drove down the price paid for him, in a market where Fernando Torres was worth £50m and Andy Carroll £35m. And to confirm this, since he moved in 2011, Fabregas has scored more league goals than both, before we even consider his contribution in terms of assists and so on. There is little doubt that he was ultimately sold for less than his true value, because he only wanted to go to one club.

What you have to factor into this argument, though, is that a player is only worth what the market is prepared to pay for him, and in this case it was a market of one. And the reason for this singular market was that although Barcelona was his first love, Arsenal come a very close second and Fabregas was not leaving because he was done with us. He was leaving because his team were coming calling. I think we can all understand that, even though we don’t like it, because I don’t think for one moment that a single one of us would turn down the opportunity to play for the Arsenal if it arose. For this reason, I don’t think we can blame him for leaving, or for the fact that his price was lower than if benchmarked against players of a similar (lesser!) quality.

We have to remember that Fabregas was contracted to Arsenal until 2015, and Arsène and the board did not have to agree to the sale. If they considered the amount was insufficient, they could have simply hunkered down and benefit from Fabregas’ talent for an additional year. Bearing in mind this was two years ago, I would suggest that with no end to the austerity due we likely felt that we could do with the money, and there was probably an element of negotiation having gone on behind closed doors between Fabregas and the powers that be for a few seasons prior.

We took a route through the initial stadium belt-tightening that relied on developing players and hanging on to them as long as possible to sustain our aspiration to qualify for the Champions League. It doesn’t take a huge leap to imagine that Fabregas remained a year or longer than he would have preferred following persuasion from Arsène. Indeed, we know that Barcelona were tabling bids in 2010 to no avail, and with his last three season yielding just 22, 27 and 25 league appearances, suspicions about his resilience to injury were emerging. Ultimately it was Arsenal’s decision to sell, at whatever price, and the decision was made that the move made sense. For this reason, I take issue with the criticism of Fabregas for the timing of his departure, because there is no possibility that Arsenal did not see it coming. None whatsoever.

Of course we can sit here and say he was ungrateful for the development we put into him, but equally we cannot act as if we as a club got nothing from the arrangement. In the changing world of football where money trumps all, frankly I respect the fact that there are only two clubs that Fabregas will ever play for.

It must be love...

For me, this is the key to why I would welcome Fabregas back with open arms, should he choose to return, and also perhaps why the club still have his image and name on a banner on the Ken Friar bridge I cross every match day. Arsenal may be his second love, but that’s still much higher than most players in the modern game. It doesn’t mean he didn’t care when he played for us, just as it doesn’t mean that Theo Walcott of Liverpool fandom, or Jack Wilshere of West Ham support don’t care. Indeed, in many ways it is harder for the Walcotts and Wilsheres, whose first team actually play in the same league, and who they must play against on occasion. We cannot hold our players to the same standards we would our fans – Carl Jenkinsons, with the talent and passion to play for Arsenal, are few and far between.

Trey, I love you, I respect you, but on this, I cannot agree with you. We may have Santi Cazorla now, but imagine having Cesc and Santi.

Truth is, Barcelona will only let him go if he asks, and he will only ask if Barcelona don’t want him, so it’s a vicious circle. A girl can dream though.

Follow the author on twitter: @nellypop13

...and don't let the door hit you in the arse...

(I hadn't intended to write this but some of the responses I've seen on twitter have forced my hand.)

I do not like Francesc Fabregas.

He is not a sporting hero of mine.

I'm baffled by the incredible double standard that Arsenal supporters are showing in their judgement of his actions versus those of other wantaway players. The only reason I can see is that these people simply want to believe that Fabregas is different. They dislike Van Persie, Nasri, Adebayor, etc., but they LOVE Fabregas. He is different. They want him back. He is special. The facts about him dare not contradict their magical thinking.

He rejected Arsenal and he voided the remaining years on his contract. He had signed an extension of terms with a pay rise that would keep him under contract at Arsenal until 2015. That's actually two years FROM NOW.

He had been made club captain (which I thought hilarious at the time because he had never been a leader) and given freedom on the pitch to flourish and become a great player.

My opinions are that he never would've become that player had he stayed at Barcelona because I do not believe he would've ever supplanted Xavi and Iniesta. He wouldn't have become a featured player for the Spanish national side. I don't think he would've become famous or appreciated on the world stage. And he certainly wouldn't have become the object of affection of so many millions of people who, despite his rejection, continue to pine away for him like a weepy teenaged girl.

The Arsenal Football Club is more important to me than individual players, and I do not take it lightly when players act in a way that damages the club. Fabregas' behaviour damaged the club.

1. He left the club before the end of his final season, his final game as club captain, while his teammates played out a draw at Fulham. He was once again injured at the time and showed his fellow players, manager, and most of all the Arsenal supporters, just where his priorities lay.
   
   
2. The timing of his manouever to break his contract left the club scrambling to fill the gap left by his departure. Despite his injury history, it must be said that as the focal point of the Arsenal attack he was not going to be easily replaced. During another of his injury absences in 2008, Arsene Wenger attempted to buy Mikel Arteta from Everton during the January transfer window. Fortunately Wenger was able to finally sign Arteta but not until after the 8-2 humiliation at Manchester United.
   
   
3. The most offensive part of this saga is not the rejection nor the hole left in the Arsenal midfield that would not be filled until the 2012-13 season. No, the most offensive was the fact that by deciding he would only be sold to one club on the face of the planet, Fabregas essentially stole at least 15 million pounds from Arsenal. The cut price of 35 million euros was “negotiated” (in the world outside of football it's more commonly called blackmail, not negotiation) at a time when players like Andy Carroll and Fernando Torres were going for almost double that amount. Arsenal gave Fabregas the opportunity to develop into what some were calling one of the best midfielders (when healthy) in the world. This was the way he repaid the club. And if you think that Arsenal don't need that 15 million quid, you haven't been paying much attention to their transfers lately.

I don't understand how Robin Van Persie can be reviled for his actions but Fabregas is loved to the point that I can sense rapturous tears in some people's tweets when verbally wanking themselves over the thought of the glorious son returning “home” to North London. Let's look at the facts: Van Persie played to within one season of his contract's expiration and had given the club time to bring in replacement players during the transfer window. He never stated that he would only go to one club, thus forcing Arsenal to sell him at a severely discounted price. And Arsenal were compensated fairly in the sale.

Is it disgusting to see Van Persie in that uniform? Yes. Do I want him back at Arsenal? No. Do I dislike him for what he did? Certainly. I'm a football supporter, not a newsreader or a member of a university philosophy department. It's not my job to be rational in my football support. I wanted him to stay at Arsenal and channel his desire to have lots of money win trophies there. But in the end he's just another classless mercenary footballer like all the rest of them.

I know most of my fellow Arsenal supporters feel similar antipathy toward Van Persie.

I just don't understand the embarrassing love-fest for Fabregas, whose behaviour was far worse and far more costly to Arsenal.

I would rather have made him see out the remaining years on his contract in the reserves than have him blackmail the club the way he did. It was disgraceful for everyone involved. And as far as I'm concerned, it still is. Nothing's changed.

Wait, one thing has changed.

We have Santi Cazorla now. That suits me just fine.

Arsene knows...except when he doesn't.

There is a reason this blog is called “The Existential Arsenalist.” You won't come here to read yet another in the hundreds of recounts of matches. I'm not here to match statistical analysis with 7amkickoff. I'm not privy to inside information.

If you read my writings on anything resembling a regular basis, you know that for me, every minute of every match of every season is nothing short of an existential crisis. It is very personal in nature, and as such is intended to be very subjective. Also, I'm watching from the USA, so I've less access to some things that those of you back in Blighty have as far as television coverage.

So enough with the exposition. Here's the premise of this entry: As we enter another transfer window, remember that Arsene knows, except when he doesn't, and when he doesn't know, look out, because he can miss by miles.

I'm not talking about missing with last minute stop-gap measures like Park or Squillaci. I'm talking about a particular vision for the club that Wenger had, a long-term building project that failed as miserably as any manager's efforts ever have.

The move to Ashburton Grove was designed to make Arsenal competitive with, at the time, England's “biggest” club. Petrodollars and oligarchs were topics reserved for the FT, not the FA. (See what I did there?) Decisions were made in the belief that the difference between Arsenal and their rival (there was really only one at that time) was matchday turnover. Gate receipts, if you will, limited how much money Arsenal could spend. That was true then.

Arsene saw a problem with the big picture before the move. He feared something very specific. I cannot find the exact quote, but I remember reading it. He said that he feared that Arsenal would become “like Ajax” after they moved to the Amsterdam ArenA. I specifically remember him saying “What good is a new stadium if you don't have any players in it?” or something similar. He was afraid that the debt from the building of the stadium would make it impossible to attract and pay top players.

Arsene Wenger was afraid. He saw a future bereft of talent at Arsenal, a half-empty Grove, a decline, a collapse, the end of the Arsenal Football Club. In his mind, if not manged very, very cautiously (and I say cautiously as opposed to carefully), the move to the new grounds would leave Arsenal not unlike Leeds United under Peter Ridsdale's stewardship. And THAT is something that AW simply could not abide.

Thus he began what would become known among some people as “The Project.” This is how I remember the project: Take all the players who made Arsenal great during the 8 or so years of his reign and sell them for whatever he can get, stockpiling their transfer money and more importantly, the savings from their wages. Having done that, part 2 of the project was to buy a bunch of players for less money and keep them on the books for lower wages, letting them “grow up” at Arsenal, love the club and each other, and at that magical moment when they all matured together, Arsenal would be the “modern superclub (groan).”

If you didn't follow Arsenal before the middle years of the naughts, you might not know just how miserable a failure “The Project” turned out to be.

I bring this up now not to flog Wenger with it—please, that's the last thing in the world I wish for the man. I bring it up because I've just heard more than one Gooner that I respect (and you know who are, Goonerholic) declare the 2012-2013 edition Arsene's “worst Arsenal side ever.”

Bollox. Excrement. Not even close. I mean that—literally not even CLOSE to the worst side Wenger ever sent out over the course of a season.

Because I watched the worst side Wenger ever sent out over the course of a season. And that season was the one which ended in the spring of 2009. And, if I may be so bold, it's the season which shows the brilliant failure of The Project.

(Note: for the purposes of this incredibly subjective blog, I am talking about the domestic league. I'm one of those antiquated fools who actually puts a priority on winning the league and thinks that's the true measure of a side.)

Don't get me wrong—that season was only one point worse than the one just completed. That season featured a 21-game unbeaten run (unbeaten, but god help us not untied, and “tied” is what we call a drawn match here in the USA).

I only really hate (did I say hate?) the memory of the 2008-09 season because I think it reflects just how massively AW got it wrong. Wenger put his faith in a group of players who completely, utterly, and miserably failed him, the club, themselves, and the supporters. And I'll guarantee you that to a man none of them give a holy shit that they did. Never before has there been assembled such a worthless, shiftless bunch of passengers in a side supposedly built for spirit and all that shit Wenger always says. And they're gone. Almost all of them are gone, just 4 years later. Has any other side undergone such a change in such a short time?

What a joke played on us. Adebayor, Bendtner, Nasri, Fabregas, Denilson, Arshavin, Eboue, Gallas, Song, Clichy, Vela, Hleb...thank you, Arsene. Thank you for showing us that you are human. Thank you for showing us that you can fail and do so in a spectacular fashion.

Look at that list of names.

Egomaniacs, wasters, crybabies, bottlers, clowns...and not one of them invested in the club. THAT lot was supposed to replace The Invincibles, remember.

Compared to the group that finished 2012-2013, what shocks me the most is just how utterly unprofessional their conduct was. How many of those players ended up agitating for a move away rather than honour their contracts and the agreements made between them and the manager? How many of them appeared to quit on the manager and the club? I'm not speaking about players who suffered major injuries and fought to come back from them here—that's clearly the antithesis of quitting (and thus I'm sparing Diaby and Rosicky).

I'd love to produce a 7amkickoff-style chart where the players are listed down one column, then across the top is each category of horrible character trait they displayed at Arsenal. Gallas—disrespectful, quitter. Bendtner—egomaniac, clown. Arshavin—lazy. I suppose Adebayor could win this competition with the most boxes ticked.

Not every player on the list was unprofessional, I'll offer. Clichy was just a poor defender who would consistently make a game-changing mistake. Eboue was a clown but you never got the feeling he didn't love Arsenal. I only include them on the list because they were both players that Wenger put his trust and faith in and they failed him.

This group of players seem to have done something drastic to Wenger's personality. With them, he persisted in playing them long after they had disgraced themselves with terrible performances or off-pitch nonsense. The worst among these was Denilson, Arsenal's ultimate passenger. His complete disregard for the game that was going around him used to make me scream and curse, and my dislike of him was only compounded by his “What, me worry?” Samba-boy Brazilian happiness no matter how utter shit he was or how many times Arsenal lost. He and Adebayor could be the poster children (emphasis on children) for this entire misguided era of Arsenal football—Denilson can do his little dance and Adebayor can grin like an idiot after he's flagged for offside for the 9^th time during a match.

The king of this miserable lot, the player who always “led by example,” was little Francesc Fabregas, little boy lost, the sad little boy who just couldn't honour his contract and had to run back home to sit on the bench at Barcelona. Poor little Cesc, his time at Arsenal was so miserable that his DNA wouldn't let him behave like a professional footballer. Can you imagine him crying into his little blue and red pillow every night? I can. The little boy.

I can imagine him being injured every time a big match came along. Remember, he never got to experience lifting a trophy except that he could have but he was injured for the Birmingham City match. Poor little captain. Pobre Capitanito.

Do you think poor little Cesc was bothered with leading or setting an example? He was such a great leader that he missed the final match of his Arsenal captaincy so that he could attend the Spanish Grand Prix in BARCELONA. Now that's an example, isn't it?

Do you think poor little Cesc was any better of a captain than Billy Big Time Gallas? I don't, because at the first asking, Poor Little Cesc, the homesick boy (who I guarantee you will end up plying his trade in Sunny Spanish Manchester) fucked Arsenal out of 15 million quid and forced (FORCED! Can you read that? HE FORCED ARSENAL TO SELL HIM AT A RIDICULOUS CUT RATE!) his club to sell him.

Adebayor. Bendtner. Nasri. Fabregas. Denilson. Clichy. Hleb.

Arsene knows. Except when he doesn't.

That last match of 2009 had a little bit of everything for that lost generation. Ryan Shawcross conceded a penalty. Go ahead, laugh a bit. Abou Diaby scored. Go ahead, laugh for about 20 minutes. Vito Mannone started at keeper. Eboue, Bendtner, and Vela (who replaced Arshavin, go ahead and cry and laugh and pull out your hair) all featured. Denilson stuck out a leg after being beaten, tripped Ricardo Fuller, and was booked as he conceded a penalty. I am not making that up.

2008-09 really began with Mathieu Flamini leaving for Milan. Flamini was a shit player who baffled at his continued inclusion in the side despite his utter crapness, until he had a decent run in central midfield and decided to cash in on that in a lovely bit of “Fuck you for sticking with me, Arsene Wenger!” (That would certainly become a trend.)

Lehmann was released. Gilberto was released. Vela was granted a work permit. Alas, poor Chip-arito, we knew him well. Nasri was bought from Marseille. Hleb left for Barca (and began forming a great impression, unfortunately for him that was the impression of his arse in a seat on the Barca substitutes bench). Poor Little Cesc was made captain in November after Billy Big Time, er, behaved like he always does, like a massive cunt. Arshavin is bought. Arsenal are destroyed by Manchester United, 4-1 on aggregate, in the Champions League. On the 8^th of May, Nicklas Bendtner is “fined for unacceptable behaviour” because he decided to consume massive quantities of booze and walk out of a nightclub after that MUFC match with his trousers around his ankles.

Adebayor decided to follow his previous season, where he scored 24 league goals, with 10, proving of course that he is a stupid grinning offside twat.

72 points. That's what this squad managed, despite a 21 match unbeaten run.

I'll take the 2012-13 version of Arsenal any day of the week over that lot. For the first time since the undertaking of “The Project,” I saw an Arsenal side made up of professional players led by a manager who was in no mood for nonsense (if Santos' fate is any example). At every position, it seemed that the rot had finally been cut out and, even if they weren't good enough to win anything but a mythical fourth place trophy, they were a reasonably likeable bunch of hard working professionals who gave the required effort.

Arsenal finally have something real upon which to build. Let's hope that Arsene knows this time. Let's hope he knows what a winning squad really needs, and what winning players really look like. A trophy would be nice, but what always satisfies is a team worthy to be called The Arsenal.

Vexations, amusements, and you

Relief.

Relief is what I felt at the final whistle. Not relief at qualifying for a competition that we already know Arsenal will not win--how silly would that be?

It was not relief at finishing in fourth place in the league table, which I still assume was the minimum expected achievement before the season started.

It wasn't relief at the money that Arsenal will supposedly gain from surviving the group stage of the "Big Cup" because we already know that Arsenal won't go mad like a lottery winner and spend that money on players that will help the club erase a 16-point gap to the top or win that competition that we've already agreed they won't win anyway. Money's lovely when it cushions one's posterior, isn't it?  Oh and it's also not relief at Arsenal NOT getting that same money and then turning out their pockets like a madman in Las Vegas who has suddenly realised he has no means to get home--as in, "Dear lord, we had planned so earnestly to spend that money on practical things like a real goal scoring forward and now we don't have it!"  That's comedy right there, my friends.  Although, it may have helped Arsenal EXCUSE the not spending of money now that the albatross of Ashburton Grove seems to have been removed from the club's metaphorical neck.  Hmm...

No, the relief was quite simple: It was relief at not having to listen to the yapping mouths of the planet's massed ranks of anti-Arsenal idiots who live for the moments of dangling their collective genitalia in our faces as though they've accomplished something. That means all the Sky pundits, all the former players, Stewart Robson, Warren Barton, Chris Waddle, Alan Mullery, Scotland, people I haven't met yet or have ever heard of, and most of all, anyone associated with THFC.

You have no idea what it's like to be devoted to Arsenal. We're the most hated club in the world. I find that to be stupid, because clearly it should be either Manchester United or Leeds United, but instead, it's us.  We are the least fashionable, least liked, least respected, least appreciated club on the face of the planet which, as of this writing, is the only place in the universe known to support human life and football. Millwall wishes they were hated as much as Arsenal.  Kim Jong Un was offered an Arsenal shirt and said, "Are you fucking kidding me, man?  What, you think I want to be hated?"  OSAMA BIN LADEN WAS AN ARSENAL SUPPORTER.  Enough?

So to go into next season with the ejaculate of every so-called football expert in the known universe coating Lance Link, Secret THFC Footballer and his club, whilst at the same moment having the feces of every one of those same people being hurled, ironically, I'm sure, in chimp-like fashion at Arsenal, would have made football in and of itself too much to bear. I would have buried myself in press association reports and Andrew Mangan's comedy routines and that, I'm afraid, would have been that.

Relief.

I also must say that the way the table stood at the end of the season brought particular joy because of the words of that silly little bearded man in his hilarious little trench coat.  You remember that little man, don't you?  The little man who, when afforded a 7-point "gap" after a match on 3 March, made certain comments about how being in a "negative spiral" blah blah blah...the actual words aren't really important anymore, it's the IMPLICATION of the words, which seemed to be that Arsenal had fallen and they would not get up because of the dominance of the little man's club and the humiliation Arsenal had just suffered.

Well, you know what, you bearded little trench coat wearing elf, everyone thinks he has the prettiest wife at home.  Tomorrow, you'll wake up next to a fat old hag who'll be driving you to Europa League matches next season, so make sure you stuff the schedule for that competition in your wee trench coat along with the bananas you'll certainly be feeding THE GREATEST PLAYER IN THE WORLD.

I think I heard today that a reporter asked the wee bearded man if the "denied obvious penalty" (dear God, is there any other kind with THE GREATEST PLAYER IN THE WORLD involved?) somehow changed the outcome of the matches.  Hmm...because, let's see, that would've made Newcastle not give up a goal in the Arsenal match?

You people, all of you, who hate Arsenal so much, are so transparent.  It was as if somehow Andre Mariner was conspiring with Arsenal, when in fact two of the match officials who have been proven to hate Arsenal just as much as you do (one of those clowns named Mike, not Riley, right? and PC Webb) were assigned to our last two matches.  Really?  Somehow, even though THFC won their match anyway, Bobo the Diving Chimp! and his inability to "win" a penalty affected the Arsenal v. Newcastle match.

World, shut your mouth.

I know you won't, because I know it'll be 5,000 days of summer with constant remarks about no trophies and Arsenal should've done better, immediately followed by how can Arsenal do better when other clubs have more money, immediately followed by other contradictory statements about not liking it up us (what is "it" exactly, anyway?  A fist?  Who other than some kind of moral reprobate likes a fist or anything else "up em?"  Do you want something up you?) while saying that Arsenal became boring but also too soft.

(edit: Look at this pointless wind-up merchant's nonsense and tell me what you think: http://www.guardian.co.uk/football/blog/2013/may/19/arsenal-newcastle-arsene-wenger)

All of your blather bores me and makes football less fun than it ought to be, all because you're tiny little petty people who hate Arsenal and you know slating us will sell papers and generate web hits.

But at least we didn't finish fifth.

Relief.