Meanwhile I bet you Arsene is probably sunning himself on the French Riviera, and he's probably got a big suitcase full of banknotes with him that he is determined not to spend out of spite for hard working Arsenal supporters like myself, every second that goes past with Arsene smugly sitting on his pot of cash is like a a knife through the intima of my Arsenal red aorta. Any success we've had over recent years has been in spite of Arsene, just imagine how many trophies we could have had if we'd kept Bruce Rioch in charge. How dare Arsene and the board think in the long term instead of putting the club's future in the balance by recklessly racking up debt on the Arsenal credit card?
Some people have questioned my ability to remain angry and spit vitriolic abuse at the club and manager that I support, I say to them that 90 days is easy when you've been full of pent up dysfunctional rage for many years. These people who question me aren't proper Arsenal supporters anyhow; some of them aren't even English and others do not have the brain power to appreciate my gospel. By the way I don't actually read those other blogs, it's just my extra sensory perception gives me a magical insight into their deluded ways. I also don't have time to do humour.
I love venting my spleen, but even if Arsene were to spend big this summer, sign some top quality players and then win the league, I won't be happy. That would not be enough to satisfy my rampaging desire for spending big and taking over the world. Arsene will never manage world domination and this is why Arsene can be proven to know nothing, QED. I know I am right because everyone else is wrong, it's that simple (you can't argue with that kind of argument and I certainly won't let you); my clever little neurone knows this and he will stick his fingers in his ears and sing it loudly to the entire world. So listen up my apostles and repeat after me........