Date: 23rd February 2012 at 12:01pm
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Mornin’

Difficult to know if this guy is speaking as a fully indoctrinated member of some religious cult or just an idiot with extremely small eyes. I’m sure I have pores bigger than his eyes.

Carl Jenkinson plays for Arsenal. No really he does. He’s a 20 year old in their reserves. He told Arsenal.com…

“They have a lot of good players – they’re obviously a good side and they have come together really well this year. There’s no hiding the fact they have done well, but we have got a stronger squad in my opinion and we have got to show that on Sunday. We have to beat them.”

Look I know he’s only twenty and a good advert for not letting the council cut your hair, but how is it there are still clowns like this, of voting age, wandering about in society?

There was a time when we played Arsenal and the best we could hope for was a  moment of individual brilliance. Or an act of God. But those days are gone. And I believe we won’t see them again for a generation.

The reality is that Arsenal’s squad isn’t stronger than any side above them  or many below. Nor I might add do they sit where they sit because of tactical brilliance. Arsenal have always striven to recruit technically adept players which is precisely why they have been surviving at the top level and not excelling for years now.

Arsenal’s strength? Think  Samson’s hair on Delilah’s barbershop floor. With strength comes aspiration and who actually aspires to play for Arsenal these days? Cesc Fabregas doesn’t. Samir doesn’t. And the epicentre of this malaise is Aunty Wenger herself.

The Professor a busted flush. The youth + tippy tappy thing simply doesn’t and even the most dyed in the wool gooners are realising that love’s young dream is pretty much over. The endlessly recycled post match interview lines are now sticking in the gullet.

‘It was a game of great intensity, our players showed determination and application, this was a difficult surface for us…’

I don’t agree with managers getting the chop by impatient Directors, managers need time. But seven years of bouncing a clubs head off of the same ceiling, season after season? The distractions have been pleasing enough (lots of footy, a swanky new stadium) but what have they done with these extraordinarily enhanced revenue streams, what have they actually achieved? 

Wenger’s buying strategy is cocked. He went to Lille and came back with not Hazard but Gervinho. Instead of buying one of Europe’s hottest footballing properties he took up the option on a man who’s entire head of hair is composed from the ingeniously woven shoots from a particularly hairy wart on the nape of his neck.

The signs of decay are hugely visible on the terraces. A flood of young supporters hoping for the current squad to revisit the dynasty of winning stuff have been left sat about looking dejected. And silent clutching complimentary scarves.  Either not expecting mediocrity or unused to it; the atmosphere at The has failed to improve despite the club’s bizarre/desperate strategy of ‘Arsenaliztion’.

What does the future hold? Only 25% of take up the option of a new season ticket when offered. And withing two years the Queensland Property cash cow’s udders will be barren. link

The case continues…