By Celine Dion
August 14 2010
Do you remember the first time you realised your parents weren't perfect? I do, my mother got p*ssed on holiday sat down in a leaky rowing boat, which we had somehow acquired (we were on a rental barge in France), and announced to all and sundry (we were with the neighbours) that she hadn't ever wanted to be married to my father, and didn't care who knew it.
Likewise, I remember the first time that I realised, really, truly, that the world's governments were a bitter sham, and that democracy was just a cloak for business and self interest. It was when Blair invaded Iraq. I waited, day upon day, for something to change his path, for him to bow to public pressure, to common sense, and to the million people stood in Whitehall, but he never did. And there we went, over the top, and still he would tell us, years and a million deaths later, that he had done the right thing.
I remember the Nick Hornby passage in ‘Fever Pitch' about George Graham being just like the father he never had, about how George ‘Knew', as the red banner said stretched over the clock end executive boxes, on that glorious old night in 1991. But of course, like a shamed uncle, he departed the scene, his mystery shattered, with a pocket full of dirty money.
My sister and me, and even my father sometimes, still argue about my mother (and WITH her, come to that). My sister is sympathetic to her outspoken nature. Me, on the other hand, I can see her human faults, although I will always love her as my mother. It has riven the family, from time to time, and caused recrimination and angry phone calls
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Likewise, people will never agree on Blair, we believe what we want to believe; even at the last election Labour had their supporters. People see things the way that suits them, and disregard the rest. The government put out spin, and impenetrable financial arguments, and in the end there was no accord, only disparate opinion, and selective judgement.
And that's where the Arsenal family is now as well. Our early years with Wenger were so full of glorious times, which we looked upon with childlike, unquestioning wonder. It would have to be some monumental fall from grace to have us looking at him in critical terms, as if he was some kind of ordinary human being.But now we are such a long way down the road, we have suffered at the hand of so many external forces, watched the team fall victim to so many missed possibilities, tried to pick the truth out of so many clouded scenarios. The ravages of age and predictability have taken their toll on our manager. Is Wenger still the genius he always was? Was he ever a genius? Has the club destroyed him, or has he destroyed the short term potential of the club?
Broken Promises?
Are his idiosyncrasies loveable and excusable, or hateful and myopic? Football is like life, and life is like football. The older you get, the more you realise it. To all but a few Arsenal family members now, the endless summers of childlike trust are gone; there have been too many broken promises, too much spin and nonsense, too many patent errors. Like my real family, like the British people, we are divided, and fatigued by it all.
Fatigue is my main emotion nowadays. A vague disinterest. Like when Rioch or Houston was in charge, and we knew that they were unlikely to succeed. Supporting Arsenal under Wenger is like Groundhog Day. The old parental promises no longer hold any weight. I can see Wenger's frailties but some of the rest of our family cannot, or they don't want to. Or maybe I expect too much.We all argue, and waste our time and energy scoring points off each other. The father figure now has an inevitability about him, the comical predictability of an old relative, set in their ways, ignorant of the ways of progress, suspicious of modern ways and the preaching against the rule of money. He might surprise us with one last great Christmas dinner, or he may fall asleep and forget to answer the door. Lost in his own world, poorly prepared, and bereft of inspiration. Unable to take his place at the head of the family.
The young cannot understand the problem. We need to only wait a while, things will come good, and they always do don't they? The older ones stand back and watch, they have seen this passage before, they understand the imperfections in all men, the corruptions of power, the injustices in a world ruled by invisible market forces and the power of the ego. The angry young men tear at each other's throats. Those loyal to the status quo are labelled ‘blind' and ‘complacent'. The would-be revolutionaries are branded ‘traitors' and ‘disloyal'.
There are new families in our street now, they have bigger and better cars and furniture. They can be heard laughing and crowing about their success. We dismiss them, they don't deserve their wealth, they are the ‘nouveau riche', their downfall is just around the corner, our turn will come again.Some of the older families feel the same way, but they too are burdened with their problems. Still we can hear these newcomers, night after night, their parties becoming louder and louder. Our family just needs that turn in fortune, that bit of luck, maybe this year, maybe next year.
And so it goes on, season upon season, until the inevitability of death.
Quote:However, to not sign a goalkeeper for the last few years has been unforgivable. And now it's beyond a joke.
Quote:Sorry its not gone exactly as everyone would want, but I don't think anyone else would do a much better job. What have the other manager done exactly?
Quote:make no mistake it's arsenal football club holding arsene wenger back not the other way around. he could have gone to real madrid and won everything if he wanted
Quote:Wenger considers qualifying for CL as a trophy. in his world we have won trophies every year
Quote:Padre Pio
Wenger considers qualifying for CL as a trophy. in his world we have won trophies every year