What’s more likely to trigger a heart attack: your airline flight losing power over the Atlantic or being an Arsenal fan?
Dear Arsène Wenger,
I write on behalf of the many Arsenal fans like me. You know us – the 40 year old guys who like to drink beer (and it shows), and whose 3 time weekly trip to the gym for workouts have been replaced by the endless shuttling of kids around from one activity to another. In short, we are not the spring chickens we used to be and our hearts probably show it.
So, why are you and your boys trying to kill us? There is only so much tension and drama our poor tickers can take. I mean, good on you for getting this Bolton monkey off our back, but really did we have to give up a goal in stoppage time, miss 2 penalties and then score the winner deep into extra time to do it?
And really, do we have to keep enduring these endless come-from-behind victories? Sure, they were fun – the first 10 times they happened. But now it just feels like you are toying with us. But, even more dangerous is the fact that you and the boys are going to start believing that holes are ok because you can dig yourself out of whatever one you get into.
Don’t get me wrong – confidence in your ability to comeback and battle in the face of adversity is a good quality. But if you keep tempting fate, it will come back and bite you in the butt.
Seriously, stop it. You are going to kill us. And it would be very sad to die now and not witness the inevitable hoisting of silverware you and the Gunners will be doing in the upcoming years.
Your truly,
The Footie Fool
PS. Say Hi to Freddie Ljungberg for me. I’ve sure missed him.
