Dear Mr. Emery,
Sorry to be so imposing, but can you explain to me why it is when Mesut Özil is the most natural no10 in the world and Torreira who is a player who is ideal as a defensive midfielder that you play them the other way around? Why is Mesut was restricted and force to come back and defend when hes a instinctively attacking,creative, roaming passer of the ball and has two hungry goal scorers waiting and the T allowed to roam in the gloam where he wanted?Also why did you sub T, (when he was needed) for a talented youngster, who isn’t ready yet that went a bit awol against Liverpool?
Is Guendouzi manipulating you? Hes plays in every game, and mostly not very well, despite the propaganda policy on the website. Getting stuck in against Spurs isnt enough, surely it needs to be every game? Its a mystery to us, but there are rumours, and slander and unless you went to Eaton or somewhere other spiffing school and chums within the establishment, then you will be slandered.
Why is it we seem to be weak for the second game running in central defence not clearing a cross coming in from the right hand side? Why do the central defenders go off searching for the meaning to life instead of covering the central area in the box?
I’ve seen today, people who were very negatively vocal about Weng and the dreaded AKB word, now saying it would take more than three years to do anything and that you had to fill big shoes and that Arsenal had only stuck to Wenger out of loyalty at the end ( loyalty in this case means three FAC wins and charity shields and other finals and semis and CL football in the final five years etc ).But does Frankie the Lamps need that long? Does neighborhood friendly Mr Rogers need that long at Leicester? Neither of them has the trophy cabinet of Dr, Calamari Fritte that you do, so what’s happening?
But please Mr .Emery why did you/we/them get rid of a player like Ramsey who we can see was obviously needed? Is Tierney and upgrade on Monreal? Is Luiz and upgrade on Kos?
Leaving Xhaka out of the game because the man reacted to the endless vocal abuse he has to sop up is acki kacki in my amateur opinion. If the fans are too sensitive then they deserve a taste of their own medicine that they are too quick to dish out. Now that situation has escalated to something even more dramatic which the parasitic world of (all) media types loves to stoke up as part of its puritan fake moral proclamations: points mean prizes, and clicks means cash. Ahhhhhh arrrrr, saviour of the universe. But why the Puritan-Victorian morality? Will phallic shaped vegetables be banned from the training ground room eatery? Will anyone who plays on Sundays be banished to Australia? Anyone that shaggeth outside of wedlock be sent overseas to the garlic stinking dog eating hair armpitted country called Europe?
Since Mr. Wenger departed the building, dignity has run off with the dish and the spoon, and the building has a new visitor, a strange jealous-green amorphic poltergeist called “B.Lameculture. A strange apparition that psychotically perceives life in isolation and refuses to take any responsibility for its own haunting actions. Its comes out with whispers in the hallways and says ” this is our club” yet we find no real owner. Its spread its guilt and fear creating negativity, depression, anxiety and anger, and spreads its jealousy all over, it brings out banners, it fly messages behind planes, it lurks on twitter and other outlets, and says things like ” that country called Europe can keep VAR, we dont need it as we invented football, and our refs are the best”. We know that when someone says something like this, their father died in WW2: they fell out of a watchtower.
I digress, or do I Mr.Emery. Please save your own Arsenal here, and save ours as the Special- brew one is waiting with his destructive football and dances at midnight with B.Lameculture and anything that was of value will be buried forever and drag us to Purgatory, which is worse than Chipping Ongar. Without even a tombstone. There will just be a strange hump behind the Yew trees at the side of the Arsenal graveyard, grown over that the Sexton will not even be able to properly find, unless you tip him a shilling and he will tell you of his ol dad, who recalled Arsenal Values and how it was a hundred years ago to the very date that in the great fire that was a-destroying the club as the tried to rescue it by climbing up the drain pipe but came a-tumbling down and was killed , ” poor little blighter” .
Hope is terrified and locked in the panic room with sugary type foodstuffs. Dignity has gone on holiday by mistake with the dish and the spoon. Fred the Shed has dug out the old Anderson shelter and is hiding with his memories. And Flowing Football has gone elsewhere and may not be heard of again, rumour has it its with a Miss Peregrine somewhere, sometime.
All around are the echoes of sneering laughter, and the dark art of punditry croaks and cackles that boil and bubble at the Arsenal. And its bloody irritating.
Oh Mr.Emery, only twice in 41 years have I stopped listening or viewing a game, and that’s both on your watch, the EL final, the last five minutes which I couldn’t take anymore, and the second half yesterday, I went off to watch the new series of Atypical.And didnt feel guilt or shame nor care what anyone else thinks. And Atypical was poorly written and executed too except for a few instances. There’s only Midnight Diner that’s any good on Netflickery now, and maybe the spirit of Arsenal lives on there with the Master, telling stories of its past glories?
Should this be happening when it doesnt need to. Please help if you can.