
Originally Posted by
Niall_Quinn
The chavs are a mirror image of everything that's wrong with the entire planet - no joke. They have nothing to them except cash, every single aspect of the culture of that club has been fucked out the window and replaced with a cash equivalent.
If Arsenal is a stuffy old institution like Barings bank slowly becoming extinct, the chavs are Wonga Loans. Horrible, exploitative, disruptive, destructive, swimming in money yet cheap and nasty, a monkey in a suit, Tony Montana FC but without the witty one-liners and peasant charm.
Their criminal gypsy in chief gapes at the rich history of football and asks, "how much?" He "made" his money virtually overnight by consolidating the misery of his fellow countrymen into one obscene windfall and then scarpered to a posh hotel. He's been pretending to be civilised ever since and the vermin scurrying around his feet from the FA and the media are happy to go along with it in the hope a few notes fall on the floor.
His whole stink has engulfed what used to be Chelsea FC and has rotted the club from the inside out. How perfect their captain is one John Terry, a grinning, knuckle dragging henchman perfectly fit for purpose in an ultimately vile environment. How apt they bludgeoned their way to a Champions League title by corrupting the essence of football with their perverted bastard anti-style, like a gang of hoodlums invading the theatre and drowning the performance with chants of, "We fucking rule darlin! Loadsa money!"
They have won nothing. The tin pot itself is meaningless, it's the achievement behind the symbol that provides the meaning and value. Value is a mysterious concept to the chavs, if it doesn't have a price tag it doesn't exist. That's why the gypsy king can't buy style, because he doesn't have a clue what style is. He's looked high and low but can't find a single shop that sells it.
So Arsenal, with our 1 FA Cup (which I'd happily have swapped for a decent performance that day), there's no question to ask. It's obvious.
Trouble is, in Mr Kroenke we have a man who would be only too happy to emulate the odious Abramovich. So while the question is a nobrainer today I'm sure Stan will be working hard to make it a closer run thing in the future. And of course we have our own vicious gangster thug waiting to slither out of the sewer and into the directors' box. He makes the Russian look virtuous by comparison. There are plenty of Arsenal fans who can't wait to see his obese backside sweated into the top seat. These may well be the same fans who pause for thought when eyeing up the chav collector's cabinet and comparing it to our empty trophy stand thinking... tricky one that!