Read it yesterday.

Gary Neville and his lot will tell us we're spoiled, precious, we never had it so good. Be careful what we wish for.

Easy for them to say because they haven't been suspended one inch from touching distance, frozen in time, finger tips reaching for over a decade. And we're supposed to celebrate never quite making it, it's supposed to be an achievement to fail with such consistency. Even so, the fans sat on their hands, the most docile bunch imaginable. The revolt is finally happening because now we're being pulled back to two inches, three, a foot, a yard. Tease us by dangling the prize but don't take the piss by withdrawing the carrot altogether. After all this time of being patient, trying to understand, taking the reasoning of the board and the manager at face value. Like idiots. And the man we trusted, Arsene Wenger, is not only letting this happen but he seemingly approves. There's the betrayal. There's the source of the vitriol. Not the results. With a willingness to learn and adapt, results can be fixed. But betrayal is permanent and the damage is done and can never be undone. So he has to go. That is settled.

But it's only football, they say. No it's not. It's another thing that has been taken away from us by the banksters and the city suits and their eager to earn henchmen. Something that was ours that we were invested in. Well we're still invested by habit but now we share nothing with the clubs, any small control input has been shut down, nobody is listening to us or can even hear a word we say as we watch the sport we grew up with being bagged up and pinched by a bunch of soulless bean counters who think the, "Hand of God", belongs to the Fed chairman and, "It's up for grabs now!", is the opening bell on the stock exchange. Vicious, nasty, unimaginative, banal, bland, mechanical, deeply unimpressive and uninspiring cunts, despite the price tag on their suits. Their reassuring, public relations smiles are a screaming invitation to punch them in the face, as far as I'm concerned. But from where do we get the opportunity to lay a glove on these bastards? It seems the only solution left is to give them exactly what they want. Concede, hand it all over without a fight. Don't give them the money they crave. Cut our noses in spite as they ignore us and persuade Asians the expensive shirts made by slave labour Asians are a crucial accessory for anyone who wants to be part of the mock fandom that has replaced the real thing.

The OP has identified the real issue. Yes, Wenger has to take the heat right now because he deserves it and because he's a major part of the problem. But it will be a real shame if we think we've achieved anything on the day he leaves. That's just the start of it. For me it's not a case of, "Wanting my Arsenal back." It's much bigger than that. I want my world back. I want to live a life that isn't exclusively defined in monetary terms. I want these horrible vampires that have quantified life and attached a price tag plus mark up to be routed from the face of the earth. The fight for Arsenal is a battle in a much bigger war. The removal of Wenger is an opening shot.