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Scrooge Wenger still haunted by the ghost of Thierry Henry
EIGHT points from the top of the league, the ghost of Christmas past still haunts the Emirates stadium: Thierry Henry.
How Arsenal would love to draw on his magical powers right now.
The ghost of Christmas present is harder to identify. Take your pick from William Gallas, who can’t seem to make up his mind as to whether to beat his team-mates up or lead them to glory; Emmanuel Adebayor, who needs to start scoring as many as Henry if he wants Thierry-sized wages; or Mathieu Flamini, whose midfield power is being enjoyed in Milan rather than Ashburton Grove.
More worryingly, the ghost of Christmas future might be Cesc Fabregas – if Arsenal struggle, you couldn’t blame the league’s most talented midfielder for calling it quits.
But it’s not too late for Arsene Wenger, the ultimate Scrooge in the transfer market, to change his ways.
All I want for Christmas is a new goalkeeper, a midfielder and a goalscorer who gets talked about for more than pink boots.
Wenger might think he can satisfy that wish-list by promoting from within, especially with the likes of Fabianski, Diaby and Eduardo in the ranks – but maybe a bit of shopping in the January sales would be better. I know a few fans who’d appreciate it. Merry Christmas.
THIS year Arsenal fans have done away with Christmas cheer and introduced the Christmas boos instead, even when Eboue isn’t playing!
So what are the moaniest fans in England getting so upset about? Well it could be the inordinate sums of money they paid to sit up in the sky where it’s impossible to see Arsenal’s midget midfield.
Or it could be that the man in front’s copy of the Observer is blocking their view.
Or perhaps they’re attempting to make an issue out of an uninteresting refereeing decision so that afterwards they can act like they were robbed when actually they were lucky to get a draw. Liverpool should have punished Arsenal like the wonderful Robbie Keane did, shutting up the boo boys only briefly before they started booing something else.
What a sad, bitter Christmas it must be in an Arsenal household this year. Booing your Grandma for passing the gravy too slow, booing her again, louder, when she says, “What was that, dear?” Booing your kids for their sloppy distribution of the presents and booing yourself for not booing loudly enough at the game on Sunday.
The dark days of the Arsenal fan continue, but at least you can’t say the Emirates doesn’t have an atmosphere – it’s just a horrible one.
Boo Humbug! |
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