I rolled out in summer clothes yesterday and at least three people said my attire looked comfortable. Is that, like, an insult? Have I hit a point in my life where people are more concerned that I look at ease mooching around the office? ‘Comfortable’… I used to say that to my granddad when he started wearing velcro shoes in the home… I really wanted to tell him to put them in the bin because they were offensive regardless of the ergonomics. I hope I’m not dressed like a man heading for velcro.
Anyway, let’s breeze into summer. We’re heading into the death spiral of fixtures. 6 games. 23 days. A lot can go mightily wrong here.
- Boro (A)
- City (Cup)
- Leicester (H)
- Spurs (A)
- United (H)
- Southampton (A)
Look at the absolute state of those fixtures. Boro’ on a Monday night up north against a resolute defence. City in the cup at a neutral ground, against Pep G, with an allocation of tickets that amazingly haven’t sold out yet. A resurgent Leicester that are in title form again. Spurs away, which really could signal a change of the guard and a horrible fan response. United at home with that Jose M record. Southampton away which always seems to throw up a horrible day for us.
The death spiral could be hard. Arsene Wenger’s PR team has been dropping big numbers in the papers. £200m they say! What could make that better? Talk about adding more names to the English core! COMMITTMENT! READY TO FIGHT! HUNGRIER THAN EVER!
All these sound bites are falling on increasingly deaf ears. No one is going to find excitement for a committed deadbeat. No one cares about adding more half baked British kids when we’re struggling to get the most out of our worldies. No one cares for another 2 years of Arsene Wenger, outside Arsene Wenger.
The circle of access has rounded on him. The middle ground of bloggers who kind of, maybe, could be, but maybe not, thought once about Wenger being a problem have turned hard. The fans that go are selling North London out of tiny sheets of A4 paper to wave gently in the ground.
There is nowhere for Wenger to hide, except on the pitch, where the players are downing their shields and swords, dropping to their knees and begging the footballing gods to make the death swift and clean.
Bring on the death spiral…
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