By Darshan Joshi, writing from Sydney
Yet another one of these articles relating to Arsenal – as the very thought of this waltzed into my mind, I recalled the dozens of essays, columns, features pertaining to Arsene Wenger’s seemingly ageless boys. This time though, there’s a wildcard with regards to the looming, possibly illuminating presence of Stan Kroenke. No longer will the self-righteous ‘we-aren’t-owned-by-foreigners’ tune be trumpeted in the faces of the Gunners’ rival fans. Still, though, what would it all actually mean for this side who, for so long now, have found themselves in a sticky quagmire of trophyless mediocrity?
Wenger has always maintained that the availability of funds was never an issue. Or the lack of it, maybe. The future has taken amaranthine precedence over the present; the years go by and yet, by some shamanistic power, Arsenal’s starting XI has its average age spiralling downwards. Blogs, messageboards, Twitter, and the rest of cyberspace has seen fans, speculators and journalists contemplate and ponder over the main issues with Arsene’s model. It’s natural. Humans are an inquisitive race; the desire to know the psychological breakdown of Wenger’s mind and the thought processes that embody his very being hold unequivocally. In the way his accent hasn’t lost its French tincture, his philosophy has been maintained throughout his regime, from Highbury to the Emirates. Arsene Wenger is Arsenal; the squad, the setup. Remove him, and it self-destructs like a supernova.