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Nov 8, 2011

ARSENAL’S CATCH-22


(Originally written on OCTOBER 2, 2011)

IT is a reflection of the mess Arsenal find themselves in when the only positive you can take out from the loss to Tottenham is that they did not score an own goal.
 IT seems as though everything that can go wrong at Arsenal has already gone ahead and done so. Cesc and Nasri leaving; defenders blanking out in the middle of games; injured players; red-carded players; the defeat at White Hart lane; the humiliation at Manchester United; the manager being sent off to the stands in the Champions League and the death of Arsenal’s most notorious fan: Osama bin Laden. Now, it emerges that this hurriedly put together side can’t play the type of attractive football that the Gooners have grown accustomed to. Add to that the Robin van Persie contract situation.  
 And the season has only just begun.
 Arsenal’s predicament is a simple Catch-22: You cannot win trophies if your team does not have top players. And you cannot attract top players if your team isn’t winning trophies. (Unless you’re Manchester City, who clearly didn’t get FIFA’s financial Fair Play memo and are collecting players.)
 This leaves Wenger crippled, considering the best players available to him are injury prone (van Persie, Walcott) or are already injured (Wilshere, Vermaelan). Some others are simply not good enough (Yes, Denilson, I’m looking at you!) Arsenal’s new signings are good but Arteta is not Fabregas and Santos is not Clichy. If Arsenal have another trophy-less season, you can expect more players to start looking elsewhere (Robin van Persie) while the manager, even with his eye for picking up diamonds out of the rough, will be unable to convince them to join Arsenal. Because let’s face it: no player worth his six figure-per-week salary wants to play at a club that hasn’t won anything at all for the last seven years as Juan Mata pointed out earlier this season when he snubbed Arsenal to sign for Chelsea.
 The fans might be justified in chanting ‘Spend some f***ing money’ but everything can’t be solved by waving money at it, no? Just ask Manchester City’s ‘homesick’, £250,000-a-week Carlos Tevez.
 Meanwhile, the other existential dilemma Arsenal face is the future of the manager himself.
 In the last 15 years, Arsenal developed a style of football that made it an enjoyable team to watch even when they weren’t scoring; became an international club with massive fan following in continents other than Europe; moved to a bigger stadium while remaining financially self sufficient; became a grooming academy for some exceptional young talent and won trophies too. All of which is courtesy Arsene Wenger.
 In the last six years, however, Arsenal has won nothing, coming close sometimes but always choking when it mattered most. But what do you expect of a team whose average age is consistently below 25 years. For six years now, Arsenal fans have been buying the ‘Future is bright’ dream while player after player has left for other clubs after coming of age.
 To compound Arsenal’s misery, transfer window economics evolved over the years.
 Players were sold at inflated prices (Andy Caroll to Liverpool for £35 million!) Quite simply put, there emerged a huge difference between the ‘auction buying’ of players that the transfer market encouraged and the flee market bargains that Wenger was looking for. Wenger’s philosophy suddenly found itself at odds with the transfer market thereby ensuring most players in their prime were out of Arsenal’s reach.
 To make up for this, Wenger brought Jens Lehmann out of retirement in March 2011; re-signed 35-year-old Sol Campbell in January 2010 and gave Manchester reject Mikael Silvestre a second chance.
 The ‘bright future’ never came and this became obvious even to the most ardent Wenger fanboys when we had to sell Fabregas and Nasri and lost humiliatingly to Manchester United, who we beat one-nil in April earlier this year. More alarmingly, even the fast and fluid passing game of Arsenal supported by heavy doses of possession seem to be waning at Arsenal. The balance sheets of Arsenal are healthy but the goal difference after seven games is -6.
 Wenger may be the best manager Arsenal ever had but it seems that his best is clearly behind him. Even then, how on earth do you even start replacing someone who has won you three League titles, four FA Cups and four Charity/Community Shields. Not to mention, his ‘Invincibles’ of 2003-04 showed you the artistic mastery that could be achieved on a football pitch long before Barcelona came along with their tiki taka. (Barcelona in 2003-04 could not even qualify for the Champions League.)
 It is only fair then, as much as it is ironical, that Wenger’s current (and future) Arsenal teams will be judged against the performances of the Invincibles, which have set a benchmark for every Arsenal performance. Wenger’s best performances as a manager in an Arsenal blazer are being held up against him.
 So, how then can Arsenal get out of this Catch-22?
 Ask that man, Arsene Wenger. After all, he knows best.

Apr 3, 2011

CHAAR BAJ GAYE LEKIN PARTY ABHI BAAKI HAI!!!

IF fans invading the Wankhede pitch in droves was the lasting image of India’s 1983 World Cup victory, people lining up the streets in spontaneous victory laps, beer cans and giant flags in tow, will someday come to define 2011.
 Conspiracy theories laid to rest, transgressions forgotten, players are demi-Gods again. The euphoria never seems to wear off, even at 4 AM for these 20- and 30-somethings. Most of them weren’t even born or were too young remember 1983. But now it matters not. For the ghosts of 2003 can now be exorcised; 1983 can now be firmly replaced. For this generation was now experiencing something they had only heard of. Winning cricket’s Holy Grail.
 Marine Drive turns into an orgy of sights, sounds and the occasional smell. The ever-voluptuous cavalcade of Indian fans are out in the streets – clicking pictures that will inevitably end up on Facebook; lying on the parapet staring exultantly into the starless sky probably making notes for the sake of posterity, to tell their kids ‘I was there when it happened’; waving giant flags, some bigger than their bearers, while perched atop moving cars singing their throats hoarse.
 Police vans stand next to the road, happily turning a blind eye. For an era has just begun. The Holy Grail is ours. And the party has just started.