‘Third-Gen’ is simply that – Wenger’s so-called ‘third generation’, or so we hope, of great players. I’d settle for a great team, but who am I to complain? I’ve never set foot in England, have yet to see a match live (that is, never to have set foot in Highbury, Ashburton Grove or The Dell – my loss). Indeed. I’m the poor, deprived plastic foreigner you all love to hate who’ll throw the towel in and mope off to Chelsea the minute the going gets tough. Or so I’ll have you think.Third-Gen is being born into the post-apocalyptic world of AFC without Thierry Henry, a media insisting we’re a club on an endless downward spiral, a board enjoying its lowest popularity levels since 1496, and a manager (quite characteristically) not renewing his contract at present. All’s well, it seems.
Call me a Wenger-apologetic, or a PHW lover (though Messrs Kroenke is still an interesting subject), or a communist, but at least we’re off on an honest foot.
Third-Gen is all a one-man, hard-slog project. If you would like to thank Jammathon for joyously altering your socio-political discourse, or chasten him for revealing the unfriendly membrane of social stigma, give us a yell at
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