‘Move bitch, get off the plane, get off the plane bitch, get off the plane’
Was humming this as an old lady struggled to pull her heavy bag out of the overhead bin. Total nightmare wait, but I was amused by the internal soundtrack to the debacle.
You know what else amuses me? Watching Arsenal fans online. What a bunch of weirdos.
I love that after 10 years of mostly arguing over a single topic, we now create our own weekly subgroups of fandoms and anti-fandoms to get our fix of viciously polarised debate.
PEPE IS GREAT BELIEVE IN THE PROCESS vs PEPE IS GERVINHO WITH BETTER HAIR, the latest great issue polluting the websites.
Am I above this charade? Absolutely not.
I find it staggering that anyone is writing him off after 7 games. Dennis Bergkamp, our greatest ever big name signing was so bad, Alan Sugar claimed he wouldn’t wash his car with his shirt and he was a waste of money (did I make up the car washing thing?).
Thierry Henry had a shaky start to his career until he fizzed a screamer from 22 yards out at The Den. Freddie Ljungberg scored on his debut against United, but be honest, he was a mess in front of goal for at least a year. Then he found magic with the maturing Dutchman mentioned above. Even Bobby Pires, an absolute dream of a player, looked well off the pace during his maiden season. He was weak, he was unsuited to the league and it was tough to work out how a 6ft+ winger was going to adapt. I remember Wenger saying he’d be like Zidane and laughing to myself very quietly (AKBs were like Corbynistas on 2019 Twitter back in the day).
Pepe, or Pete as Sky fondly nicknamed him, is 24 years old, he’s come over from a slower league, and he’s trying to adjust to a new culture and language. It is rare that a talented player settles into a bad system immediately. I do not think we have to worry just yet. He’ll find his magic eventually.
The other thing I’ve noticed that is mildly amusing is reading the safe people of the Arsenal internet present concern about Emery as a risky opinion.‘You know what, I’m going to say it, something ain’t quite right about Unai’
Well I’ll be damned. Folk that took until late 2017 to determine Wenger might not make the much promised come back to the top, have sussed the new coach might not be up to snuff and they want to project it like a first to market notion.
So many of the people we lean on in the Arsenal community for sound direction on the club are almost always entirely off base, but because they deliver a bad narrative with ‘balance,’ they’re passed off as must-read intellects that know their stuff. I call it right and even my own friends don’t let me round their houses for prematch beers. It’s a disgusting injustice.
I guess yah just have to live with it.
Someone is going to write a highly intellectualised book about Arsenal internet one day and it’ll sell bundles. When you sit down with people and talk it through, it is actually weirdly fascinating. Remember QOS in the comments here? Told people on ACLF that I was phoning her home and abusing her kids? Remember the cucks feigning concern because they were talking to an actual woman? Her husband added me on LinkedIn! Turned owut it was a man with an online alter ego (his wife’s). That’s epic. Simply magnificent. Still not sure whose kids I was talking to.
Just kidding. I knew whose kids they were.
How about Arsene Wenger? Picking up an award I’ve never heard of. Begging for a job on LinkedBeIN.com. Complaining that people had expectations of him.
“Every year people want something more from you. I experienced that at Arsenal. We were twenty consecutive years in the top four but in the end it was not enough anymore. Today if you get into the Champions League people are very happy.”
It’s sad to read. A man who was earning £190k a week, complaining about expectations. I think he’s holding out for a major job, but no one is biting. The oligarchs and sheikhs have wised up and despite his prestige as a man, he really sullied his football rep by clinging to power like a deluded despot. He should have quit in 2008, taken a New York sabbatical, toured around some modern clubs, taken notes, then rebirthed at a big club when he had some of that 2004 sheen about him.
Knowing when to exit is one of the finest qualities a man can possess.
On that fine note, I’m tapping tf out.
Why don’t we reminisce about the weirdos of Arsenal Internet today?
p.s. Listen to my solo podcast you scoundrel!