Back in the day, I used to know in advance when a colleague was going to die. Over a period of weeks, I would watch them start to fade; in my eyes they began to grey out and become ephemeral, even two-dimensional and weightless. I was never wrong. Once I had seen, within weeks would come the news that they had copped it.
The Arsenal has begun to fade away from my eyes in just this fashion.
Had I the opportunity, I would caution Joel to get out while he still can.