So football is back. And I can’t say I’ve missed it. I’m not sure if attending both days of The Emirates Cup has capitulated my already beleaguered hopes for next season more, or if this negative state-of-being is now my permanent Arsenal-stasis. Either way, I feel like a cliche and a caricature of an Arsenal-doomsbody – particularly as I imparted the old: “It’s all changed since David Dein left,” line on my dad on Sunday evening, for shame of lacking some originality!
So a break from all things Arsenal, Wenger, and Gazidis was much welcomed this summer. It still is, as it stands, for I cannot abide any more platitudes on signings and mental-strength of our thin squad. A squad that has, yes, finally rid itself of some deadwood, end-of-contract, end-of-tether players – but not bolstered in any of the positions that have been flawed and under-covered for too long. It is perplexing, frustrating and demoralising.
Pursuit of Nattiness 