If true, now that Stan has controlling interest and thus has the power to hire and fire any board members, maybe that bullshit, if it exists, will stop.Originally Posted by Fist of Lehmann
If true, now that Stan has controlling interest and thus has the power to hire and fire any board members, maybe that bullshit, if it exists, will stop.
That is partly why I found surprising the implied lack of unity.
Kroenke took a controlling stake on 11th April after all, long before any transfer negotiations took place.
If they happened at all, this summer's personal agenda shenanigans happened on his watch.
Corporate. Equity. Power. When was it EVER different? You know my views on corporations, they go beyond petty financial jealousy - contrary to popular belief.
I already knew it. Every back room I've ever been engaged with - and there have been a few - is the same, which is why I can picture what goes on at Arsenal without being there. I should add I was never one of the people with money, just a hireling with a skill that involved me at the top level because of the amount of investment involved. Money does things to people, it makes them do stupid, counter-productive and even destructive things too. It makes grown men turn into absolute children, sniping behind backs, plotting, sabotaging (even when it hurts them too). Lying. Dumping their colleagues in the shit. Crying like babies when they are outmanoeuvred or exposed. It used to make me vomit. I'd be trying to get a fucking project completed (or even off the ground) and they'd all be fucking it up, the worst culprits being those who didn't need to be involved but poked their noses in anyway. The amount of waste I witnessed was often staggering. No over-complex, convoluted, bullshit stone was left unturned. This is why I left the corporate world even though it has cost me massively and caused me great hardship. At least I don't run into walls now.
Wenger has no motive to sabotage (from OUR view) the club but every other fucker on that board does (or did up until the point they sold out). Wenger may be stubborn, even misguided, an out of touch crusader, whatever. But don't tell me he doesn't want to win and he doesn't want to see the team he has sweated blood for do well. Whether he's capable or not is the issue, but his desire is surely there.
Those other fuckers though. Who knows what their ambitions and desires are? They are £500mill better off and they kicked none of it back into the club. That's my bitch, coupled with the fact I wonder what they ever really did for the club anyway? I don't blame Stan to the same degree because £500mill is a big chunk of money. I do wonder why he hasn't been able to shift these bastards out and get some competent people in. I mean competent at running a football club rather than skilled at milking it. This is why I'm suspicious of the guy. Nothing has changed and he gives no indication anything will change. He says he is happy as things are. So if he's one of them, fuck him. Then again, maybe he's playing a longer game and can't afford to rock the boat right now. Guesswork.
But Arsene for all his flaws is one of us. Whether he's good for us, I don't know. One day I think yes, the next no. The only certainty here is PHW and his merry crew are not with us and not for us, a bunch of cunts past their sell by date and stinking up the place.
They are the enemy.
Für eure Sicherheit
I knew you'd like it.
Sure, but he might not have been aware that anything like this alleged disagreement among the board members took place before the end of the window. He presumably now knows. Let's see what transpires in January.
INT – ARSENE WENGER'S OFFICE. ARSENAL TRAINING GROUND. THE PHONE RINGS. WE HEAR A VOICE ON THE OTHER END.
"Hello Arsene."
"Who is this?"
"It's Jose."
"Jose Feliciano, the Puerto Rican singer and virtuoso guitarist?"
"No, silly. It's Jose Mourinho, World's greatest football manager and ridiculously attractive man."
"I see. And how can I help you today, Jose?"
"I have a proposal."
"You do?"
"Indeed I do."
"Does it involve you engaging in acts of vicious self-harm before setting fire to yourself? Because if it doesn't I'm really not that interested."
"Oh you. Still not over that /voyeur/ thing, eh? Look, that was a long time ago. Let's move on and just accept the fact that if I was wrong it was your fault anyway. My omniscience demands that be true."
"It's not so much the voyeur thing. It's really just that you're a terrible, terrible person with absolutely no redeeming features whatsoever. You're like that monkey when you go to the zoo who goes around pissing in the other monkeys mouths. People find it entertaining at first but then they stop and think, 'Damn, that monkey is a complete asshole'."
"That stings, Arsene, old pal, but I've learned to take the barbs and insults. You see, I have found solace in the music of Stefani Germanotta."
"Who?"
"You might know her better as Lady Gaga. In fact-"
"Never heard of her."
"Yeah, well, whatever. Like her I was born this way."
"With a gee?"
"No. NO! Different from all the others. I wear the metophorical coat of meat when I manage my football team because I dare to challenge the conventional, the staid, the tired old routines. That's why they love me."
"That's probably why so many of them would like you to engage in acts of vicious self-harm before setting fire to yourself too."
"Look, I know I'm going to get nowhere with you. I figured you'd be like this. All the same I have something to ask you."
"Is that right? Well, I've heard on the grapevine what it might be. "
"Have you?"
"Yes, yes I have. The football world is a small one. And I must say I won't discuss it with you unless you get on Skype and turn your webcam on."
"You want to watch me! I knew I had you right."
"Don't flatter yourself, Joe."
"Jose."
"Joe. Jose. All the same to me."
"So why do you want me on Skype. You're like all the others, aren't you? You can't get enough of my rugged handsomeness. My dusky visage excites you, doesn't it? The perfect symmetry of my face stirs things in you that you can't even admit to yourself. The great Arsene Wenger, the haughtiest of all Frenchman, has got the hots for Ho-say, oh yeah!
That's why you want me on Skype, isn't it? Admit it!"
"No. It's so I can laugh in your face when you make the enquiry about Wilshere."
" ... you're mean."
"And you, sir, are a crashing bore. Good day to you."
WENGER HANGS UP. PRESSES INTERCOM ON HIS DESK AND SPEAKS WHILE TRYING NOT TO LAUGH
"Hey Pat, you'll never guess who I've just had on the phone ..."
FADE TO BLACK
Why have we got a pinned Arseblog thread?
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Because before i forgot i asked the man himself if we could link to his site and post snippets of his daily blog, he agreed with this and we thought it would be good for us and him
Thanks.
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you should have asked to be put on his blogroll, so people can click through from arseblog to gw
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