Well he's off then.
Frankly we've all been waiting and waiting... I don't write this purely from a malevolent stance, whilst I did want shot of him because he was an perennial menace to us, I was also someone who watched him reveal himself as a big game choker, manipulator of his Club and too, their deluded, frequently witless fans.
Cast your minds back, if you will, to a Champions League Final we all enjoyed...2005/6 season.
Remember the months of indecision that he orchestrated over his 'professional fate'? Remember how he systematically failed to commit to Le Arse?
He refused for months to commit. He was 'making his mind up', he was 'waiting for his nails to dry', he was doing anything other than pledge his damn signature to a contract which would have more clout in the boardrooms and with the financiers of the company he is employed by than almost any other single asset and he still refused to re-sign...
The footy press ought to have hounded him. But they didn't. They snoozed in awe at his procrastination. They indulged him as much as the poor mugs that paid his wages.
What did he do after the Wigan game? On the Day of Days at Highbury, when everything Gooner shaped was celebrated? Wait for this...
He only kissed the bloody pitch.
No, he did.
Well thank-you baby Jesus and the orphans for a sign..................
'He is the Messiah - I should know, - I've followed a few'...
What did they get?
Nothing. Not a word. 'Anything for the teary eyed kids at home clutching their heavily trademarked scarves, Thierry?'
A hush fell across the soon to be thankfully demolished landfill site MK1.
' Theees iss a wundarfool day fuur Eyesnol, arrnd Aam gluurd eet deedurn't raiyrn.' (With apologies to the policeman from 'Allo 'Allo)
What a ****.
However - it came as zero surprise to me that this frankly rather naive, child at heart, 'can't we all just kick a ball together and make the world a better place guy' was DEVASTATED by the way Barca dealt with him personally on the field.
They pushed and niggled and barely looked him in the eye as they bullied him off the ball - again and again.
"Whoa! Aye thoowt dat dis weerd bay lak somme arbrooshed Nike commercial, n'est pas? Is the world not just one great big onion?
No, it was war, football, call it what you will, Titi. But it was never the glee club you thought it to be.
So to all the Arsenal fans who actually believed he stayed because he heard your cheers and he felt your pride....Catherine Tate's granny had him pegged...
' Whaad a loadda of old shhhhhit.'
TH envisaged one CL Final and reality delivered another.
It wasn't about Arsenal's inability to win, but his sensitivities being trampled upon again and again and again that 'swung him'.
He stayed because he discovered the hard way that that not everyone outside Lollypop Land is as amenable as he'd like them to be. Only his absolute and Gallic petulance kept him at Highbury as long as it did.
But time is a great healer. And, it would appear, one with substantially greater potency than the entire medical/physio staff at The Emirates. He picked and chose his games and then wandered back towards the comforting bed of a lover he'd previously denied.
Henry, you played some wonderful footy on this soil, however history will reveal you also as a bum to a club that adored you.
Brilliant it was 'them'.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Posted by Harry Hotspur at Saturday, June 23, 2007