So basically your mrs is calling you a failure and questioning how the neighbour (she secretly fancies) can afford one, but the loser of the bloke she is with would struggle to aford Peter's old car
I appreciate that, but that still made him a pale imitation of the type of player we could quite easily purchase from other countries. His being English never endeared him to me at all - quite the reverse, if anything, since he had a full set of all the negative English footballing traits of indiscipline, stupidity and a tendency to think 'putting your foot in' was a virtue even when it meant you kept getting crocked.
I don't really hate him. I think my biggest problem with him (apart from the tongue thing) was the depressing predictability of his career arc. Knowing he'd never realise his potential was fúcking depressing.
Mind you, if he'd been really successful, City would have bought him off us by now, so :shrug:
Of course, part of the idea was that he is one of our own, as they say, so no fear of him joining any other English club, especially a rival one.
I've always said that he's really only an English player by passport though; no need for us to even touch him if he were foreign, as there's more and better out there available to us.
Just under 2 weeks to Mayweather 49 and 1 :cloud9: #TeamConor
A Vectra? :-( That's a car that makes my Passat look like a model of edgy, characterful driving.
I remember driving a ridiculously over-specced Vectra as a temporary company car years ago. It was very comfortable inside, but incredibly heavy and rather confusing to drive, since there was a five second delay between pressing the accelerator and anything actually happening.
Since Sir C isn't here to mock me, I shall admit that I rather regret getting my Passat. It's immensely comfortable, roomy, reliable and well-built, but it is quite the most boring thing to drive on earth for the simple reason that it barely feels like I'm driving it at all. I honestly sometimes feel I could doze off and it would take over without the slightest problem.
What happened to the £100 million war chest? If we sell Ox, which looks like we might do, the net outlay in the windown will be about £8 million pounds, and in fact we will probably be in the black as at least one more player will go.
Strange way to start a revolution.
There was never going to be a revolution Maurice, this is Wenger we are talking about after all.
The catalyst for change nonsense was PR spin at a difficult time for the club, now forgotten, moved on from. For now.
Some of us will never forget.
#Wenger out
Of course. As soon as he signed the new deal we knew we were guaranteed at least two more years of exactly the same.
Personally, I think he was ****ing mad signing up. Given the strength around us in the Premier League, the refusal of his two star players to sign up again and the amount of turnover required in the squad the chances of achieving anything better than a distant 4th in the next two years are pretty slim. The chances of achieving less than that are potentially quite high.
I suppose it suggests he isn’t bothered about his own legacy and there is something admirable about that. Damn silly, all the same.
We will win away at Stoke and Liverpool, thus fostering belief in our title challenge. Wenger will appear on telly and, with a little smug smirk, say something enigmatic like, "Who wants to win the league, will need to finish above Arsenal."
Then we'll see what happens. As usual, we're not far short but we may be short unless we are lucky with injuries and players play as well as they can.
Of course. Just as any good film gets the viewer engaged and rooting for the main character. No matter how good the film, the viewer will find it far harder to root for anyone when watching it for a second, third, fourth time. Still a good film, still worth watching, but your perspective is irrevocably changed by knowing the outcome.
Same with Wenger's Arsenal. We're watching the same film and we know how it ends. It would take a strange form of amnesia to be surprised when we, for example, lose at Chelsea even if they are in the bottom three at the time; run out of midfielders before Christmas; start the season without any centre backs; look good for a three month spell then implode; finish 4th/5th/6th with between 70 and 75 points.
On the contrary, those are the very things that make us so exciting. It's not only supposed to be about the outcome of the seasons, or even winning the title; each of our games are great to watch in their own right.
Movie content: It's not what it's about, it's how it's about it, as the man said. To me, this explains that the movie itself is the thing, rather than merely its conclusion.
I think it is quite a push to say that all the games are great to watch. I doubt many enjoying the Bayern games, or the game at Palace.
I am not saying one cant enjoy the games but we are largely denied the thrill of dreaming about the overall outcome. One can focus on precisely how we fail and succeed but these tend to be pretty predictable as well.
In other words, Wenger Out.