Following on from my post about the Glazers actions yesterday, here’s a post from Adam with his views:
The fact that the hapless David Moyes has been sacked is not great for Arsenal. Though anything that brings a bit of turmoil to the Mancs is generally good news, this is not one of those occasions. The only surprise in the whole business is that they appointed him in the first place. We are told that Ferguson, the greatest hypocrite the world of football has ever known, recommended him and I think that we all realised why shortly after the appointment had been announced.
Ferguson was always a bully, a socialist working-class hardman with a chip on his shoulder from Glasgow who used every devious trick in the book to win and promote himself. He was bloody good at it too as Mike Riley and just about every referee in this country found out. He could send his team out with instructions to cheat their way through a game with incessant fouling and physical intimidation, knowing full well that no referee was ever going to lift their whistle to put a stop to it.
Nobody knows better than Arsenal supporters that this was true. Riley (Rilus Insipidus) of course was completely under his thumb and when Ferguson saw a rival, like Arsenal, getting too close he would tell Riley to put a stop to it through carefully selected referees instructed to favour certain sides and turn a blind eye to his own odious sub-plots on the pitch.
Moyes was never going to enjoy that level of complicity and the Manchester United players, led by Rooney and freed from the yoke of Ferguson’s tyranny were never going to give him any real support either.
Moyes may have believed he pulled off a personal master-stroke when he got Rooney to sign an enormous contract that would take him well into his portly 30′s for around £1.2 million a month, but I think he made himself look weak. It was as if Rooney had asked Moyes to come to his caravan, bend over his gold-plated calor-gas bottle while he, removed his trousers, pledging his undying commitment to the club, grannies and hair follicle replacement.
Still, never feel sorry for a bloke who walks away with million for doing not much. One can only hope that he goes on to fill the managerial role at Spurs next season and for several seasons to come.
The fact that we couldn’t beat Man Utd, even with Moyes in charge, really does us no credit at all and says something about where we currently are as a club. Because where we are is kind of where we were some time ago and all the talk from Arsene about us improving has left me with that ‘Arsenal’ feeling. You know the one where you sit perched on the fence wondering if fourth place is really the best we can hope for under the current regime and fretting about whether Wenger is the man for the job anymore. This subtlety changes complexion with every week’s results and is of course deliciously counterbalanced by the slightly unnerving feeling that at least we know where we are with Wenger, even if it’s not where we would ideally like to be. Then you factor in the usual spate of injuries and joyously imagine that, without them, we would be so much better off. Oh dear, oh dear. It’s an annual dilemma these days.
Finally you find yourself back at the beginning of the argument that you just had in your head and feeling brave you decide that, yes, we certainly need a change. It’s plain for all surely?
But wait, who could take over?
Klopp, Martinez, Simeone? It’s a nightmare really but somehow you know that, under Stan, no progress is the norm and is in fact the desired state of play. Plus there’s all that money sitting around that Wenger so hates to spend and you just know that Stan will take some soon for another ranch or thousand head of steers or perhaps to prop up another sports franchise that no Arsenal fan has either heard of or gives a toss about.
It’s business you see. Money, pure and simple. Ambition and love for your club is for wimps. Static inertia is where it’s at as long as the cash keeps rolling in and it certainly is rolling in. So with new sponsorship and TV deals in the immediate future, it seems exactly the right time to sting the fans for some more money. What Kroenke will realise one day is that you can’t buy loyalty but you can lose it once the fans realise you are taking the piss. He is firmly set on that course right now.
So, the future seems uncertain in so many ways, but we are told by the usual suspects that we must be careful what we wish for and that, quite simply, there is no life after Wenger. When he does leave, which might be in two months or two years, we are destined to employ a spate of managers, none of which will be any good. The crowds will dwindle, the football will be dire, the incessant injuries will continue, the wage bill will rise and everything will be bleak. We won’t know we are born (to quote a recent moron). It’s the Wenger way or no way.
Essentially, it is easier to stick with what you have. In the light of Moyes chronic failure it might appear that to wish is to dream, is to fail. The message coming out of Old Toilet is perhaps mixed. Once you lose the arch manipulator and are a club bursting with a rather sick sense of entitlement so rancid that the stench has engulfed football grounds around the country for years and years then you had better get another one in place straight away. Install a Moyes or a manager hand picked by someone like Ferguson and you will only make fans look back on the past with even rosier-tinted specs. This is of course why Ferguson recommended Moyes in the first place and it has worked a treat.
Weird men with strange shaped heads will currently be taking advice as where to go next. Ryan Giggs, a man who thought that a Man Utd legend like him was fully entitled to shag his brother’s wife for years, is in temporary charge and I imagine that somewhere in the cesspit of his seedy mind, he sees himself as the logical next manager. With his record of personal betrayal he certainly fits the bill.
Written by Adam