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Arsene Wenger, one of the greatest managers to have graced the Premier League. He has made Arsenal the club it is today, world class in every way but one, transfer policy.

Over the years Arsene has been hailed for his signings, a plethora of world class talent that brought glory to the club, and all for relatively small money. However, it is now an area in which he is lost, an area he must relinquish control of if the club are progress.

It is well known since Dein’s departure that we have lost our zest in the transfer market. We have failed to develop with the hyper-inflation of the transfer market, a playground for the rich, which we claim we can join.

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Written by David Gold

Allow me a moment to reverse the meaning of one of Shakespeare’s most famous quotes fellow Arsenal fans of the blogosphere. I come here to praise Arsène Wenger, and not to bury him, as so many have seemingly sought to do in recent weeks.

There remain those staunchly loyal to our all seeing emperor, the ‘Arsène knows best club’, but their number has diminished rapidly. There are those, like the kind folk who bring out a smile on the face of Adrian Durham just after 5pm on a weekday, who have become so disenchanted with what is going on at the Emirates that they have actually been cheering on our opponents. They want the frugal one fired.

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I never thought I’d say this, but Adrian Chiles and Andy Townsend made some very interesting points about Arsenal on the Champions League highlights show on ITV last night.

Chelsea, Townsend remarked, often go through a state of major crisis. Managers are sacked, fans protest, players are sold, new managers are hired, fans protest, trophies are won. This cycle repeats itself every year or so, and trophies keep coming.

Conversely, Arsenal do not endure the perennial crisis. The pundits stated that Arsenal go through mini-crises. They lose a few games, players get injured, fans protest, Arsene’s position is questioned by every living journalist, they go on a strong run, they qualify for the Champions League.

There is no denying that 2012-13 was a difficult first season in the Premier League for Olivier Giroud. After signing for £10 million in the summer, he swiftly became Arsenal’s first choice and arguably only centre-forward.

Competition came in the form of substandard strikers, e.g. Marouane Chamakh, and out-of-position wingers, e.g. Theo Walcott, Lukas Podolski and Gervinho, each of whom proved underwhelming when leading the line.

The initial two months were no doubt tough for the French international. Several easy misses in his first few matches, notably on his debut against Sunderland, resulted in many questioning his ability. A goal was essential to kickstart his Arsenal career and when the first league goal came, against West Ham on the sixth of October, it was clearly a huge relief.

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Written by Jason Phillips

The clock struck seven, alarm bells ringing as its receiver wriggled rigorously in the warm, protective bed. He battled the overwhelming urge to open his eyes, for he knew that the wrath of society’s gatekeepers would engulf his day from the first second.

Arsène Wenger sat upright at the side of his bed, his gaze magnetically attracted to a magic mirror on the wall. The diamond-encrusted piece had been witness to the ups, downs and everything else that fits in between during the past 17 years of his managerial career at Arsenal.

For a split-second, work thoughts were put to one side as he wondered what breakfast his heart would desire on this fine sunny day in London. Arsène walked down to the kitchen in silence, swiftly picking up the newspaper by the front door and sought to prepare the orange juice and toast that he particularly craved. Perching himself on a wooden bench in his garden, he took a sip of the drink as he flipped the daily paper to his much-loved back pages.