Guten Morgen,
It gave me little pleasure to have my old oppo Arseblogger confirming that Arsenal Football Club have officially ceased trading, knocked the football lark on the head and gone into the pork belly business after yesterday’s game.
Arsenal were disappointing last season. They suffered humiliation at the hands of the now relegated Brum in a Cup Final. But they still delivered their supporters Champions League football – yet again.
Apparently the usually tranquil Emptycrates was finally ringing with the sound of thousands. Booing. Easy to say, ‘so what? because it’s them, but this is appears to be yet another good indication that Pop is indeed well on its way to Eating Itself.
I know writing this that a vast percentage are mentally switching off in droves. All you want is the name of the striker. Just give us the name or delete the blog – it’s no use without the name. But it’s you snide, shiftless, squinty eyed and soulless lizards that I’m barking on about.
Defoe was booed at Milton Keynes last week. I went to Milton Keynes once. Everybody I was with hadn’t been there before either. All we knew was the place had been ‘made from scratch” about year before and that there were replica cows made of concrete – rumoured to be there to encourage real cows to take up residence in what was previously just a wasteland.
The booing is a manifestation of unreciprocated emotional investment. Which is to say, fans declaring their support, but then the players failing to beat everybody 5-0 as a thank you.
This smacks of immaturity and an absence of perspective.
So where am I going with this you ask? We covered booing the other week and we’ve certainly covered it before. Where I am going is that I kindda wish that the Murdoch Empire had not just had a few billion knocked off it’s share price, but been put in Intensive Care. That the corporation had gone into meltdown and the money that so noisely slops about the game – overnight whistled and gurgled down the drain.
‘When we buying Rossi?’ replaced with, ‘where you watching the game?‘. ‘Harry out!’ replaced with, ‘Our defense needs to work on corners.’
Yes, we all want more and we all want better, but if fans don’t get a check of themselves their seats at games would be better filled with replica fans. Make them of fibre glass or concrete, it’s all the same to me. They’ll be better company than all too many of the existing whiners.
Your pal, H.
Spot on. If your a season ticket holder with a sore throate from booing all weekend, I will happily purchase your ticket.
Arsenal apologists were calling their booers ‘tourists’.
I happen to believe that their boo boys are also season ticket holders. Like ours are.
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Harry I have always read your site with great enthusiasm and amusement, i havent always agreed with you, but on this occasion you are bang on. We need to remember we are Tottenham, we love the club because it flows through our veins and is firmly in our heart. Football has been corrupted by the murdoch media culture, but he cant take away our soul unless we let him. We need to ignore the individual wearing the shirt and sing our hearts out for the club we love. We are proud not plastic, lets show again this year what real London football fans are about and be the twelth man at the lane as we always have.
I’m just becoming increasingly intolerant (whodathunkit) towards the rent-a-mob haters that seem to be increasingly raising their heads above the pulpit.
We Are N17 wasn’t about offering solutions or constructive dialogue. It was about saying, ‘You ain’t as staunch as me and I’m telling you boy, Spurs are sh*t!’
I’m no happy clapper, but this ‘INSERT NAME HERE OUT!’ gives me a headache.
Slag them online by all ,means, but for the love of God, there are far too many fans who would love to have the seats currently occupied by idiots who appear only interested in showing up to do some full on sneering.
Your last paragraph should be made into a leaflet, Harry, and given out at every home match. The beneficial effects would probably be worth an extra six points a season.
with the one exception;
The last line has a typo; here it is in its correct guise;
They’ll be better company than all too many of the existing wino’s. :silly:
Git. I only read the first line of your comment and went looking for the typo.
There’s normally plenty!
Oh yee of little faith in your prowess :-p
I think it’s time we broke the wage cap!!!!