I felt sorry for Arsene Wenger as his Arsenal side went down to a revitalised Liverpool last Saturday.
There. I said it. A Spurs fan admitting to an empathetic feeling towards an individual and a team he is meant to hate unquestionably and without reason. Some might take issue to such a ‘radical’ concept (and believe me they have) but there was something of the tragic seeing the rain-soaked Wenger, head in hands, looking down at the ground as the Emirates Stadium erupted into a chorus of blood-curdling boos. Immediately after the game, the social media networks went into overdrive with an assortment of rational and irrational sub-debates about whether his presence at the forefront of Arsenal’s regeneration as a footballing force to be reckoned with, had finally run its course.
