Itâ€™s been a tumultuous week alright. There have been moments – days, weeks perhaps – over the past 21 years when Iâ€™ve thought it could be the end for Wenger. The 8-2 at Old Trafford and the 6-0 on his 1,000th match in charge felt seminal, for example. But he hasnâ€™t lasted this long by chance; he has an incredible eye for reinvention and survival that makes him, by some distance, Arsenalâ€™s longest-serving manager.
The pattern often goes like this: thereâ€™ll be some damaging reverses, resulting in exiting two competitions in short order; but just when you think the mood couldnâ€™t darken more, Wenger rounds up some form and takes us on a 10-match unbeaten streak. The needle moves back out of the red zone. We qualify for the Champions League. Off we go again.
We are in poor form (letâ€™s be honest, we looked an absolute mess of a side after half-time in Munich) but I wouldnâ€™t bet against something similar happening now, because this is a strong Arsenal squad and Wenger has been here before many times. The difference now is that I donâ€™t think it will make much difference to what happens next. It feels like these next few months are Wengerâ€™s last; that change is upon us.
â€œNo matter what happens, I will manage next season, whether itâ€™s here or somewhere else.â€
Said Wenger in yesterdayâ€™s press conference. On the one hand it tallies entirely with what Amy Lawrence wrote about Arsene knowing nothing but football and being lost without it. On the other, it feels like a message to his detractors, to the board, and probably to the fans.
I donâ€™t think heâ€™ll be here because the siren call for change is only getting louder. The players – not exempt from criticism, as I said on yesterdayâ€™s Arsecast – look like they need it, many fans crave it, and Wenger would probably benefit from it. I donâ€™t think two more years would do anyone any good.
Would I begrudge him a move to a big European club? The man is an Arsenal legend and thereâ€™s nothing I would begrudge him, short of rocking up at Spurs with a Chas and Dave single under his arm.
Whenever it happens, it will be moment of huge sadness and reflection for me. His legacy is huge, his achievements myriad, and he has been a master of intelligence, courtesy and good humour. On top of that, and this is a selfish point I suppose, Wenger has been a constant for me for nearly half my life. Job changes, house moves, marriage, two children – Wenger has been there all along (metaphorically of course – I can confirm he wasnâ€™t at Barnet General Hospital shouting â€˜little bit pushâ€™).
In a world where things are changing fast and in unpresidented ways, thereâ€™s Arsene, with a cheeky smile and a throwaway quip. His departure will be a challenge to my own world order.
What happens next is in a big way up to him, but not entirely – and he will know that. Sometimes these decisions take on a life of their own.
Looking back to 1996, all it took to assuage the swirling chorus of ‘Arsene Who’, was Patrick Vieira’s introduction against Sheffield Wednesday. The new man had pulled a rabbit out of the hat and things seemed immediately rosier. That was one bookend.
For the other bookend, he has to cajole everyone into believing, at least for the next three months, so that we can find another rabbit, and another magic hat.