Yes, I believe it's time for the Gunners to accept the fact that they are now joined with the other underachieving and persistent clubs (West Brom, Fulham, Sunderland, Wigan, etc), hence, why I mentioned that Arsenal is reaching "a new era" in some other post I can't remember of being involved in.
It's sad being alive to witness a strong club slowly crumbling ever since 7 years ago, but that's football.
Let me start by admitting that this post is a very atypical
one from me. It is more of a rant than a proper thread and it has a much darker
tone to it than I normally would adopt. I don’t know if I’ve just grown into a
cynical person or if years of disappointment have instilled a crushing
melancholy in me that I can’t seem to shake as of late.
In 2004 the world was a very different place for an Arsenal
supporter. Things were great. We had a team of champions who dazzled the world
with some of the most beautiful football ever seen. Players queued up to sign
for us and we had a charismatic manager whose foresight changed the landscape
of modern football. Our board members
followed suit by looking to the future. We were to build a new stadium that
would help generate much more income in order to compete with the financial
giants of Liverpool and Manchester United. We took the leap and in a few short
years we would be in such a strong position that we might very well cement
ourselves as a continuous dynasty. Then a zealous young Russian came to London
and changed the rules. His actions would prove to be the catalyst for the world
of football that we currently see spiraling ever out of control. His successes
have brought about a new philosophy of football and many imitators followed the
maverick’s lead. The idea which was supposed to launch Arsenal into a new era
became a means of keeping it barely up to pace. The club and its manager kept
faith with what worked for it in the past but things would never quite be the
same. Year after year the club would be forced into selling its top players
because it simply did not have the means to offer them the same wages as the
new barons of the football world. The allure of tripling ones salary proved too
strong and overcame the bond of old friendships and footballing purity. Of
course our manager could have followed suit and left for pastures green but
full credit to him, he stuck to his principles. He thought that despite the new
climate he would be able to sire a young team that would grow together into a
footballing juggernaut. The only problem is that each year, the ripest fruit
was plucked from his garden so that his dream of creating a football dynasty
became increasingly impossible.
Then one day when all looked bleak a knight in white armour
proclaimed that the barons would not have their way forever. There would be a
new set of laws that would allow for fair play and give hope to all fans. The
new system of justice would become known as Financial Fair Play. The gullible
board and Mr. Wenger trusted in the plan of the white knight – half willing
themselves to believe that this would be their saving grace. Unfortunately,
time showed that the new system of law, however great, would never become a
reality. The white knight had no real power at all and even the most optimistic
Mr. Wenger began to give up hope.
Still some of the fans grasped to the fact that new commercial
deals are on the horizon. Surely this would allow us to re-establish our
dominance? But what the bright-eyed fans failed to see is that even these new
benefactors would do little to bridge a financial gulf that has grown far too
wide. It is not a matter of offering players a ten or twenty thousand more per
week. No, we are talking about doubling or tripling salaries. Try as we might,
nothing short of surrendering ourselves over to the hands of a billionaire would
allows us to overcome such odds. But to do so would be to have undone all of
the work of the past 8 years and so we remain – stuck between choosing
integrity or competing for glory.
And so we watch as our team is gutted every year in an
endless pattern of torture, suffering the scoffs of others while holding onto a
blind hope… a hope that we ourselves barely believe but that is uniquely part
of being a Gunner… that this year will be different. That if we could just keep
our best players while buying new talents… we could work towards success and that the
success and charisma of our manager would prove strong enough to ensure the
cycle continues. Ifs, only’s, when’s… this is the vocabulary of the Gunner
Army. One filled with hyperbole and false hope… with the promise of nothing
other than continuous heartache. If only we could finally convince ourselves of
the reality of the situation and accept that we are no longer a champion club
then we would ease our own sufferings. But to do so would be to concede defeat…
something a fan seems incapable of. And so we beat on, masochistically looking forward
to a news day whilst knowing in our heart or hearts it will not come.
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