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Grimbo’s Mega Column: Transferring interest to football related stuff…

Work has been utterly batshit for me with more meetings than a UN Security council going on this week… again it’s cut me out of the loop of the shenanigans of transfer idiocy (more on that in a minute) and in fact it forced me into a twitterless state for the second time in two weeks as again, I had the game on record on my home DVR for watching when I returned from meetings in San Jose. I must apologise to any friends I ignored over this period, but I’m glad I did.

After quite literally fighting my way back to the Oasis that is Marin, in the sea of Bay Area madness, I plonked my arse down on the sofa completely ignorant of what was to follow. After the initial tirade of swearing that accompanied that first Udenise goal and a 10 second break while I whizzed through the wankish nonsense of the utter toss that is the Fox Soccer Channel’s commentary team, I saw something I’ve not seen in a long time – a half time substitution that changed the game.

I won’t dwell on the result too much as there are far better scribes then I at picking the details apart with more finesse then a brain surgeon, although there are also those that try to do the same thing with a pickaxe handle – mentioning no names. What I will say is there’s something very gritty and determined about this squad… something not seen in a while: A hint of TonyAdamish sheer bloody-mindedness that makes me feel all warm and gushy myself. So, despite the heart-attack there are many, many positives to take from this result, not the least of which is another year in the Cashpions League. While writing this the results came in for the groups and while ours is no doubt a tough drawer (and Utd’s is funking easy as per usual) I was just delighted to see Shitty get it right in the arse with the worst possible draw they could have gotten. Funnily enough that leads me on to the Faux Real Madrid and some recent news.

Anyone that’s read my stuff before already knows that I don’t buy 99% of the bullsh*t that surrounds mass media’s approach to the ‘crisis’ going on at the Emirates, to them it was just a way of bumping up their clicks to make themselves more cash – to us it’s taken infighting amongst Gooners to Libyan levels. There is no doubt that many of the numerous problems in this season’s transfer window were caused by the club (notice I’m not saying Wenger here, I think he’s been fighting the board a great deal) but most of it I suspected was caused by external sources. Now we’re starting to find out just what qualifies as an external source… The Nasrigas saga is finally at an end and the truth about both transfers seems to be poking it’s ugly little head out of the trench: it is a sad fact that the two moves have a lot in common… exactly as I thought in one case, and alarmingly so in the other.

The commonality to which I allude is the tapping up of our players by friends, family, colleagues and/or national team-mates. I think I mentioned in a recent post that in my opinion the whole Cesc thing was really down to his mates; Careless Pooyol, Geretard Prique and his family chipping away at him for years. Yes, yes, Xavi had pictures of Cesc’s DNA (Dick, Nuts & Arse) up in his locker but it’s the former cnuts that were always posting sweet nothings in his tweears. That was expected and almost inevitable but what WASN’T expected was the parting shots from Na$ri that painted a horrific picture for me.

For those of you that don’t already know, it appears that Paddy Vieira is the one that has been tapping up Na$ri – that and a host of ex Arsenal players that have all funked off to the endless well of ca$h that is Shitty. That’s right – PV4 funked us over and made this summer one of the most unbearable I can remember. PATRICK VIEIRA! The same PV4 that gave us so much joy; master of the invincibles and giant of the game. The Barca situation I expected, but for one whom many Gooners consider one of our OWN to dry shaft us without lube in this fashion, I certainly did not. The Cesc thing hurt as I’ve stated in a previous post… “in the divorce the Cesc puppy chose Barca and not us” but Paddy screwing us over? Well that feels like it did when I found out my ex-wife was diddling my ex-best friend. O-H-M-Y-G-O-D-T-H-A-T-C-A-N-T-B-E-T-R-U-E (vomits).

It has outlined to me just how funking useless FIFA is as an organising body, they’re completely toothless in this new cash rich reality. Now that Shitty can outbid anyone, even the rich idiots at Real, and pay players such monumentally stupid amounts of cash, they’ve shown that the rules are pointless – with their fake Stadium naming rights deal they’ve taken the financial fair play rules and wiped their arse with them. With PV4’s tapping of Na$ri the rules surrounding player tampering are now beyond doubt about useful as a bullet-proof vest made of streaky bacon or as relevant as an IQ test is to your average Totteringham Fan (pointless). Simply put; it’s impossible to track, trace and enforce the personal relationships of ‘club ambassadors’ the likes of Vieira.

It is now obvious to yours truly that it’s more important than ever for Arsenal’s famous hush-hush policy in the transfer market to become an iron-curtain of STFU. The club needs to stop any information on targets getting out because as soon as it becomes known who we’re in for, everyone with more cash than brains is going to step in and pinch our targets and we’ll be faced with more Mata-esque situations. I can fully believe that Mata had been targeted by us, and was a possible signing all the way up until Torres gave him a buzz and mentioned the size of the Abramovich bank account, which probably turned his head faster than a Joey Barton dive. This fits in with the screeching halt of commentary that was ongoing about Mata to AFC – forget that ‘buyout clause’ nonsense – this was a player’s head being turned plain and simple and as soon as that happened we stopped even talking to them.

Something else has occurred to me about the above scenario… it strikes me that both SAF and AW had seen this situation developing and both seemingly chose an entirely different strategy. SAF bought early and as a result at high cost, De Gea, Young & Jones were all bought at a high premium to ensure the deals went through and personally at prices that are laughable. AW, I believe, truly thought he could keep Cesc around for one more year due to his close relationship, but as the Na$ri situation seems to have been ongoing since Jan (isn’t it ironic that his dip in form was at the same time as his contract rejection began?) his exit was a matter of time and dosh. AW also knew that any public targets would instantly attract the attentions of clubs that we couldn’t compete with, so he’s waited until the rich clubs filled their births before making his moves as this would guarantee that they couldn’t move for his targets… risky, but more fiscally responsible with the funds we have and ultimately it could prove to pay dividends. The fly in the ointment was that the talks with Cesc & Na$ri tied up ‘potential’ transfer budget, as if we were going to get Na$ri to re-sign, then that money would come out of the budget as it always has. The final factor is that £25 million looks to have been kept aside in case we didn’t qualify for the Cashpion’s League as we have a heavy wage bill and that would have been covered.

Consequently – all the “spend some f*cking money” chanting in the world would not have made a blind bit of difference as AW most likely could not spend until he knew the fates of a) Cesc b) Na$ri c) CL and d) if his targets were secure. Added to the usual difficulty of transfers it must be flippin’ bonkers at the Emirates right now as this is a hard, if affordable, way of doing business.

Now we know the lay of the land in the three important cases, the next week may well be interesting.

Guest Columnist Grimbo gives us An Anglo-Arsenalinian-American perspective on Stan

It’s been a long, long time since I wrote anything for 7amkickoff… I won’t give you a plethora of weak excuses, but let us just say that divorces (my 2nd… tsk tsk) are just total downers and do not make for inspirational writing, and as a guest poster on Tim’s awesome blog I have the luxury of buggering off when I want too.
Anyway, what’s caused me to finally stir and sweep the dust from my digits and write something about the club I love is of course the change in ownership. Now before I go on, anyone that remembers my posts of quite a while back hopefully knows that I’m a Londoner that’s been living in California for the last 8 years. This gives me a somewhat odd perspective on things in that, I am a local(ish) fan coming from under 10 miles from the club (albeit in Saaaaf Lahndon – innit), but as I’ve been here in the States for so long I’ve got a very different outlook from that of my fellow countrymen… it’s like a hybrid of die-hard English attitude mixed with the American perspective from having lived here so long and drinking beer at 4am watching matches (too weird for words).
So, why am I waffling on about all this…? Well the truth is that when I heard the news of Kronke’s takeover via text message (while hiking up a mountain near where I live) my heart broke.  A mate of mine who’s as religious as me when it comes to watching the news from Blighty had caught wind of the Sky news report and sent me the message. When I got back from the hike, I read up the sky news story myself and knowing the British Press from my 27 years in the country I didn’t actually pay much heed to the news as; Sky, The Sun, The Daily Fail et-al and most NewsNow connected feeds from the country of my birth spout buckets of shite on such a regular basis that’s 99.999999% utter bollocks made up to keep everyone’s thirst for news (the use of that word is an oxymoron in itself) sated.
The next morning, the public announcement was made and I felt numb.
Now – with a day or so of reflection I’ve come to terms with what I can only describe as my ‘loss’, by which I mean the foreign ownership of my Football club. I say ‘my’ because just like you I feel a part of this club… it’s like my family. I have met so many friends and had such good times and bad through watching Arsenal, from watching games back in my yoof at a decent hour to the 4 to 7am kick-off’s down Maggie McGarry’s in San Francisco, home of the Bay Area Gooners where I’ve found a home abroad with so many great friends and great people. The club is mine as much as it is yours if you are a regular reader of this blog and others of its ilk, regardless of where chance has decided you were born.
The main reason for this feeling of loss was because one of the things I loved so much about Arsenal was its stubborn Englishnessness… it was really from another age and run like all English clubs of old used to be. I loved that as a club we were so independent and English, I didn’t care about the foreign players or manager as that’s just part of the modern game. I was and still am a fervent believer in the self sustainability model as in my opinion it was the best way to keep the club competitive while we paid off the stadium. I’ve written countless times about the woes of short term thinking aimed at the “SPEND SPEND SPEND” crowd, much of which causes quite violent reactions & name calling.
The pain of this year’s annual February collapse was dulled with the knowledge that with the clubs debts almost paid off, real quality coming through the Academy and the Grove able to generate fantastic income, added to the old sponsorships only a few years from expiring (barring the stadium name), and Arsenal being able to take control of its own merchandising soon, I truly believed and still do, that we are on the cusp of an era of greatness, one the likes of which will pay back for the trophy-less years of late which is why I’ve always fought those with the ‘buy at all costs’ attitude. Now that era will be governed by an American called Stan Kronke and while I’ll accept that he’s FAR better than the alternative Fat & Orange (©Arseblog), I’m still tinged with sadness at the passing of the old guard. 

In order for Non-Brit Gooners to understand why some of us feel this way, it’s necessary to try to understand that being British/English can give you a weird perspective on things which can only be really recognised when you spend a good chunk of time in a different culture – ask any ex-pat of any nation and they’ll tell you the same, it broadens your view on many issues and I believe having everyone in the world spend a few years in different country would really go a big way towards global understanding.
Britain, like any country in the world, is quite introverted as anyone that’s watched Top Gear will know and we have a proud, if somewhat dodgy in places, history. Yes, we were the first to unleash so many bad things upon the world like; Taxation without Representation, Slavery, Piracy and Industrial scale Smog, but we were also the first to abolish/amend those of issues too once the error of our ways was made clear something which I know always gave me great pride, we are a country of innovators. Added to this is knowledge is the big elephant in the room; the old British Empire, which up until World War I was the largest by land mass the world had ever seen (check it yourself if you don’t believe me). All this from a tiny Island off the coast of mainland Europe that is itself fractured into warring parties (I’m counting English, Scottish, Welsh and Irish in this, yes I know Ireland is separate but you can’t look at the history of one without the other) This pride is ingrained in the soul at a young age in Britain, we are after all the only country to have the word ‘Great’ in its official name. Letting go of that greatness is hard and it can come across as arrogance sometimes, something that many of my US friends have told me.
Britain’s major achievements are in the past as seen from this present time in history. The tiny island has given the world; Football, Tennis, Golf, Snooker, Rugby, Cricket etc. but we are distinctly average as a nation at them all. Many of the great mathematicians came from Britain, so too the great writers and poets. We were directly responsible for the industrial revolution, but manufacturing has buggered off to the Far East for the most part as anyone from Detroit will tell you. Most of the gems that are recognised as ‘British’ are owned by others; Jaguar/Land Rover (owned by Indian Tata), Mini (BMW), Rolls Royce (BMW), Bentley (VW), Aston Martin (mostly Middle Eastern), Banks are mostly foreign owned – hell the last bastion of British pride is things like our sports institutions, the BBC and other such icons.
To me, Arsenal was one of those icons… a reminder into the history of not just the sport of football, but the nation itself. With Man Utd, Man City, Liverpool, Chelsea and a stack of others already in foreign hands, Arsenal was the last big club not foreign owned.
However, it’s a natural progression of things that in a globalised civilisation such as that which we live in, the old borders and prejudices need to fall and we all need to recognise that as times change you have to change with them or fall behind. Anyone that’s American born is currently undergoing this process as we speak, the US Empire is crumbling and pretty soon the world’s No. 1 Economy, the USA, will be No. 2 to China. You can’t fight the numbers… there are 300+ Million American’s that love to fight internally (just look at the religion & politics) and 1.33 Billion Chinese who more or less read off the same page. You can fight change of that scale any more then knowledge of the Tectonic Plates allows you to prevent earthquakes. Some things are just beyond your control and you have to accept them.
Stan Kronke, if you didn’t already know, owns several US Sports Franchises which he runs very successfully. Under his ownership all have had considerable success in winning titles, barring the Basketball team who have yet to win the NBA’s top prize but are one of a handful that make the playoff’s almost every season. So if Arsenal’s eventual purchase was inevitable, then at least my club is being turned over to someone that knows what they’re doing and at the very least has a track record of success. I’d much prefer this then Arsenal being the plaything of some Billionaire or being seen as a property that can be quickly flipped for a big profit. Mr K seems to be in this for the long run.
Football is no longer a local sport, it’s a global business. Most fans of big clubs never have, and may never get the chance to go to England to watch the Arsenal live, and it’s going to carry on like that. Here in CA you can’t move for Man Utd, Barca and Real wearing footy fans who have never been to the country of their team, Arsenal has to be the same to keep up. So… I must get over my stupid English pride and move on, because at the end of the day I’d be a hypocrite not too.
I’ve lived half my adult life on these shores now and have no plans to move back to the UK as I’ve fallen in love with where I now live, the sheer beauty of Marin (just north of San Francisco) is epic, but with a major city so close I have the best of both worlds. Yeh the earthquakes, trees falling on your house and ongoing powercuts are a pain, but so too was freezing my nuts off waiting for the 53 bus or cramming myself onto the central line tube. This change of ownership is the final shift from the old ways, an evolution and is really nothing but another chapter in the grand history of the club. Just as the move from Plumstead to Highbury was in 1913, so Wikipedia (ahem – history) will show that Arsenal’s ownership change is just a milestone in history. Back when Arsenal shifted across the Thames there must have been riots… the club came from SE18, the Woolwich Arsenal where they made big guns after all, not from N5. This is no different as I see it – it’s history.
I now fervently hope even more so then before that this team can win the league this year – it would be a perfect send off to the last of the old Arsenal ways and a way closing the book to look forward to an Anglo-American future. New Stadium, new infrastructure, new owner, we all have to look forward while being proud of the past. Stan Kronke will not ignore that past, because he can’t even if he wanted too, because that past is US, all of us Gooners that talk about it, wear the 1971 Double retro shirts, talk about Rocky, Wright, Brady and Dixon in the same reverent tones as Henry, Bergkamp, Viera and Pires. My kids will wear Red & White one day, as I’m sure yours will, but mine will not share my accent or direct heritage, but that will not make them any less of a Gooner.
This is the new Arsenal born from the old – and in the same way as I’ll always be proud to say I’m from England, that does not in any way detract from the pride I feel towards my adopted Country the USA. I’m proud of Arsenal’s past, I’ll be proud of its future too.
Victoria Concordia Crescit
Grimbo

Guest Columnist Grimbo responds: how I learned to stop worrying and love England AND the USA

Bloody ‘ell Timbo. I take a little break to get over a broken nose (yes football related – elbow in the face from one of my own team mates no less) and you go all controversial.

Lets get a few things straight – as an Englishman living in the US I have a totally different perspective from many on here; both sides of the coin so to speak. Many that play for the England team are utter c*nts – no question. John Terry is possibly one of the most despicable excuses for a human out there, but I still root for England because it’s a national pride thing; it’s where I’m from and part of my identity. I know many back in Blighty that refuse to support the team for a multitude of reasons, and others that are not English that support England for their own reasons too. For me it’s England first, US second – not because I dislike the US, but I come from England and so it came before my love for the US. Does that mean I’m anti-American? Bollocks – I defend the States against many of my mates back home because often their opinions are based on what they see on TV and not from actually visiting the US.

In my opinion it’s absolutely fine for any American to not like the England football team, hell I can’t even tell you why I support the team sometimes… Rooney – a great talent, but a hot tempered diver with a foul mouth and no respect for others. Gerrard – a great talent but a diver and prone to hissy fits. I could go on…and on and on. There is much to dislike in the squad, but we all share the same birthplace and so have that tenuous link in common.

The bottom line is that sport is an allegory for war – and the world cup always opens old wounds. Europe has for most of its history been fighting amongst itself. Nationally speaking we take the piss out of the French because of the history, same with Germany, less so with Spain but you get the idea. Argentina is hated because of the Falklands war and Maradonna’s hand of god, but notice how the English don’t really attack the Dutch?

The US is no different – many on the West coast look down on other States – Texas for instance, which is like another country compared to California both in it’s world view and topography. It’s down to the history between them, maybe not centuries of conflict, but instead decades of politics. American’s fought the English for their own country by ripping off the French who pretty much funded the war of Independence, and since Britain has become somewhat of a whipping boy for the US because of it’s financial power many miss the days of Empire when Britain ruled the largest most diverse land Empire in history because we were very good at making spiffy boats.

America has it’s own political and economic empire: however, now that China owns almost all of US debt (every man, woman and child in the US owes China $60k) and is becoming the next superpower in it’s own right the US will soon get first hand understanding of how it feels to be yesterday’s news. Don’t jump up and down on me for that – I’m just stating fact. This is why the Brits can be sensitive about our ‘special’ relationship with the US. Soon America will have one with China and I suspect many American’s will come to understand what it’s like to be the ‘ex’ chosen ones.

If you don’t want to support England – fine. The whole “Anyone but England” thing was started by some Scots trying to make some cash using a big dose of sarcasm and capitalizing out of Scotland’s failure to make the World Cup – it probably wouldn’t have happened if they’d qualified. No one I know takes offense, it’s no different to my “We hate Tottenham and we hate Tottenham” T-Shirt. However, the English press used this as a way of whipping up a story to sell papers the same way that they keep banging on about the Cesc to Barca rubbish. It’s your choice as a free thinking individual to believe this bollocks or not.

Just because you don’t like a particular national team does not make you a racist, or even Xenophobic. If you don’t like a team that’s your right. I currently don’t like France because I think Domenech is a knob, but used to like them when they played wonderful football. In the current squad are many Gooners/ex Gooners so I have sympathy for their plight, but I knew they’d go out and took a teensy bit of pleasure in their meltdown. Does that make me a racist?

I think that everyone just needs to take a deep breath and relax a little. This tournament is supposed to be a global celebration of the beautiful game, but there are those out there that live to use anything possible to create friction. Why? Because some people just want to laugh at stirring trouble – it’s that simple. They get a kick out of turning people against each other.

I’m an Arsenal fan, but I have mates that are supporters of ManYoo , Chel$ki, Portsmuff, LeedzZzZz, Citeh – yes even the spuds. Does that mean I should hate them personally? Don’t be fucking ridiculous. Does it mean I give them shit and they give me shit? Absolutely! Will I allow it to effect my friendship with them? No. If you are the type of person that hates someone because of their team, then you are the same type of individual that can easily be persuaded to hate a person because of their race/religion/skin color or something equally stupid like them being a Ginger (before anyone throws a fit – my sister’s a Ginger and I have it in my beard too).

I have friends that are German, Italian, American, French, Chinese, Japanese, Estonian, Dutch, Spanish, Portuguese, Mexican, Cuban, Peruvian and just about every nation in-between. I consider myself lucky that I have these friends because they have shown me the wonders of their own cultures, foods and beliefs. They always force me to see the world as it is – one tiny spec of a planet in a fucking big Universe. I watched the England vs. USA match in a room with half Brits and Half Yanks – we gave each other grief all throughout the match, but it’s all in the name of the GAME!
We all have far more in common then we have differences, anyone that say’s “if you aren’t from N. London then we don’t want/need your support” is probably a narrow minded twat that’s never been outside of Norf London except to go to the Costa Del Sol or somewhere else that’s pretty much a Brit holonny (holiday colony – Ibiza is another one). I’m from South London (Arsenal’s ORIGINAL home) – does that mean I can’t support them? A famous Gooner, Nick Hornby lived MILES outside of London, does that make him less of a supporter?

Personally I pity anyone like that for their lack of vision and exposure to diversity, it’s very dull locking yourself to one world view when there’s so much out there. My advice; don’t let them get to you. There are people like this all over the world, they’re generally the same people that like to stir the pot because they are incapable of seeing anyone’s opinion but their own. It’s their loss, they miss out on the wonder of another culture and will probably die having only seen one tiny slice of the world and it’s infinite possibilities. I bet that moron that made the statement about N. London loves a good curry (Indian) and washes it down with a Stella (Belgian) and is therefore a fucking hypocrite of the highest order.
There’s nothing you can do about ‘em sadly – just let them live in their shoebox, while you and I enjoy the world.

Nuff said – c’mon England you bunch of bloody chokers! Pull your finger out… failing that – c’mon USA!