Watching that clip of Arsenal players being abused by our own fans at Selhurst Park is really tough viewing – another low in a season thatâ€™s magicking lows out of nowhere.
Itâ€™s not pretty. But in the absence of any other way to air their grievances, with the board largely silent and Wenger not prepared to talk about his future, I understood why the fans did it. Had I been there, I may well have been caught up in the emotion of the moment too.
That being said, Iâ€™m not a banner holder or a marcher or a Wenger Out chanter by nature. My own protest – such as it is – has taken the form of burgeoning apathy.
How? Well, despite being a season ticket holder, Iâ€™ve been only twice since 12th December. A load of us got our Â£55 back on the exchange and went out for a curry instead of bothering with the Champions League return leg. Iâ€™ve stopped blogging (not, to be fair, entirely attributable to the current swirling eddies of misery, but partly – after all, what else is there to say?) Out of the eight of us who registered for the cup semi-final, only two ended up applying.
Like the players, Iâ€™ve given up a bit – and even allowing for Twitter and the web being an echo chamber, I know Iâ€™m not alone.
Maybe that makes me a plastic fan. If you level that at me, fine. But if my mood is reflected widely, then the club has a big problem on its hands.
Because if they’ve lost the fans, nothing they do round the edges of the problem will make the slightest bit of difference. Itâ€™s not tenable.
Theyâ€™re aware of this, of course, which is why Wengerâ€™s future is a such a taboo subject in the corridors of power.
In my mind Iâ€™ve been through Wengerâ€™s strange deflection of the subject, and the general silence from the board, dozens of times. To me, if he was planning to leave all along, the silence doesnâ€™t make any sense at all. Heâ€™d have announced it by now and basked in the long valediction.
So the new deal was always going to happen, irrespective of how the season panned out – it was to all intents and purposes a fait accompli. But the reason they wonâ€™t talk about it now is because they canâ€™t. Imagine the response.
We have a manager who wants to stay and a board who want him to stay too, and theyâ€™re desperate for a break in the clouds so they can hang out the washing.
But as I said in my last post, â€˜sometimes these decisions take on a life of their ownâ€™, and I think thatâ€™s whatâ€™s been happening. There is no break in the clouds – itâ€™s lashing it down. The teamâ€™s descent to mediocrity and the fansâ€™ mood have made this the impossible announcement.
It’s astonishing and bonkers, but it could still go either way.
However, for their preferred outcome (Wenger staying), they’ll need a volte face in supporter confidence that they can’t easily engineer, and currently looks like utter pie in the sky. There’s too much water under the bridge and I don’t see most people being assuaged by a few recuperative wins. Put simply, it’s broken.
So we’re in limbo.
What a mess.