Bird sh*t really killed the tone of this photo.
Ok, ok… So seems it wasn’t only me who sees the PR machine covering the tracks of the darling of English football… Guvnor Wenger. WHO LOVES ENNNNGGGGGGGUUUUUUUURRRRLLLLIIIIISHHHHH PLAYERS. Geezer.
Interesting thought, who was the last manager who went for an English core?
I can’t deal with this. Still struggling to keep it all in people.
Story this morning about Welbeck being evidence of Arsenal undertaking and ‘English Policy’…
Jeez, this really gets me. The theory is version two of Arsene signing children back in the day. The idea back then was of you bring in kids, pay them a shit tonne of cash for their worth, when they came good, they’d stay loyal because of the deep bond they have with the club and their team mates.
Arsene is back. Back with a vengeance. Back with stubbornness. Back with the 1998 rule book. Back with an old strategy and a tactical execution plan he forgot to share.
Arsene blew the window once again. He didn’t just blow it, he flipped it the bird whilst riding around Trafalgar Square on a unicycle in a Christmas Party hat. His decision to take a trip to charity football match on the most important day of the window was quite unbelievable even for a man who spent most of the summer months posing for pictures in his speedos. Firstly, when you’re a man as wealthy as he is, you don’t piss around with Easyjet flights and hang around in the departure lounge at the busiest airport in he world. It’s f*cking stupid. Pay for private checkin, ask Stan for his Netjets card. Borrow Usmanov’s private jet.