Official Gooners Thread - A New Hope

[ONeill]

Marc Overmars will be 44 next week.

[ONeill]

Best wishes to Lee, Paul and Marc, especially Marc who travelled far.

[ONeill]

Ted Drake will be 107 next month. I don't think he's alive.

[Cunny Funt]

4 West Brom players left unmarked on that 3rd goal.

[ONeill]

He lived til 82 which one might say is a right old innings though that is ironic because he was a professional cricketer. Haha.

[Armamike]

Arsenal players on their holidays. Given up on Wenger. Sad to see Wenger leave on this note. Players can be selfish bastards when they want to be.

[Tony Baloney]

Wenger Out.

[Syferus]

Players out.

[ONeill]

Everyone out.

[StGallsGAA]

Has Wenger simply given up now that Fergie isn't around to put 4, 6 or 8 goals past his team home and away? Did those thrashings motivate Wenger to be better than the rest except United?   Can the Jose factor not even make the old man bare his teeth?

[ONeill]

Nah, he's gone. We saw it years ago.

[StGallsGAA]

Who to replace?  Steve Bould? Danger of the new George Graham I'd say.  On that point, quite a number of Fergie disciples became managers.  Who of Wenger's wedgelings has actually  made it to management?   Vieira and Adams in asst manager jobs perhaps.

[Tony Baloney]

Who to replace?  Steve Bould? Danger of the new George Graham I'd say.  On that point, quite a number of Fergie disciples became managers.  Who of Wenger's wedgelings has actually  made it to management?   Vieira and Adams in asst manager jobs perhaps.

Bould with a backroom of Adams, Dixon and Winterburn. They wouldn't concede a goal next season.

[ONeill]

Who to replace?  Steve Bould? Danger of the new George Graham I'd say.  On that point, quite a number of Fergie disciples became managers.  Who of Wenger's wedgelings has actually  made it to management?   Vieira and Adams in asst manager jobs perhaps.

Anybody. I'd take a relegaion battle for a bitta something.

[Dinny Breen]

The Falling Of The Leaves - WB Yeats

AUTUMN is over the long leaves that love us,
And over the mice in the barley sheaves;
Yellow the leaves of the rowan above us,
And yellow the wet wild-strawberry leaves.
The hour of the waning of love has beset us,
And weary and worn are our sad souls now;
Let us patt, ere the season of passion forget us,
With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow