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Wenger never sees where true fault lies

Published 19/04/2011 | 05:00

If anyone's hard-luck story deserves a sympathetic hearing it is surely the great football man Arsene Wenger's. But then you have to ask: how many times?

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How many times to shadow-box around the unwelcome fact that there could just be the dreadful dawning of what we have here -- less a gigantic conspiracy than a basic fault, not from without but within?

The question is unavoidable if you found it disturbingly easy to identify with Kenny Dalglish's brusque and contemptuous dismissal of the Arsenal manager on the Emirates touchline.

What Dalglish seemed to be saying, in rather harsher terms, was that maybe it is time for Wenger to rail not against unkind fate, in this instance brought by added time, but the failings of his own team.

This is not easy, no doubt, when you suspect you have just seen still another chance of a significant trophy trail off from the Emirates, but maybe the moment has indeed come to wonder if you indeed, after all the tutoring, have all the right players with the best of competitive character.

Yearnings

It is not an opportunistic sneer, rather the confession of an admirer: there is only so much faith to be invested in a team that so regularly confounds the hope that they may have come of age; that their promise is founded on something more than Pollyanna yearnings; that buried down there in the precocious skill, the lovely rhythmic passing, the moments of inspiration that send the blood racing, there is a real team capable of seizing their moment rather than merely dancing around the reality of another failure.

The exchange with Dalglish was brutal. The Liverpool manager has known all of the highs and lows of football, including in the latter category the Hillsborough tragedy.

Indeed, that, at one point, helped drive him from the game; its anniversary was acknowledged before Sunday's kick-off.

So, Dalglish was understandably exhilarated by the latest evidence that he has indeed brought back to Anfield a sense of team and tradition and pride that had gone so profoundly missing for so long.

When the gesticulating Wenger first approached him, Dalglish's expression was quizzical; perhaps he even entertained an idea that there might be a flash of agreement that football could take the men in command to some extremely tough places.

Instead, he saw that Wenger was laden with old reproaches.

So he told him in far from elegant language that he should go away. In all the circumstances, it seemed like a legitimate response.

Later, Dalglish dismissed the episode as something that should not intrude on a stirring performance. It was the reaction of a man tempered by a lifetime of the good and the bad of football.

How the watching new owner of Arsenal, Stan Kroenke, saw all of this made not the least intriguing of speculation.

He is a man of American sport, a place where the nuances of a goalless 90 minutes were buried at the birth of the old North American Soccer League, which ransacked the offside law and instituted an immediate, all-running, all-feinting shoot-out in the event of a draw.

"A goalless tie," said one home-grown executive, "is about as thrilling as kissing your sister."

Kroenke, given the extent of his investment, may just have concluded that over the last few crucial weeks the Arsenal patrons have had quite enough of sibling pecking.

If so, it might just be the final nudging of Wenger towards the conclusion he seems so reluctant to reach, the one that says that winning the major prizes, rather then merely adorning the higher levels of the game right up to the moment you meet some of the sternest resistance, is something that invariably involves a compromise or two.

The one that Wenger may finally have to accept is that there are players out there who may not have had the benefit of his long-time grooming but who have about them the means to impose their will, and their talent, in the most challenging circumstances.

Failures to beat teams as abject as Sunderland and Blackburn at home, on the run to a title, and Sunday's inability to drive home their advantage over a reforming Liverpool, suggest again that Arsenal have, when the going gets serious, a desperate shortfall in such assertive characters.

We know about Cesc Fabregas and his brilliant inventions but there were times at the weekend when his face was crossed by that disillusionment so evident when he watched his team-mates flounder against Birmingham City at Wembley a few weeks ago.

We also thought we knew about Samir Nasri, not least when he lit up France's victory over England, but he has not been so evident recently.

Such lack of impact when there is everything to play for seems to be rooted in the way of Arsenal's thinking and spirit and, let's be frank about this, in the character of too many of their players.

Barring some remarkable eruption at White Hart Lane tomorrow night, and a slip by Manchester United at Newcastle tonight, Arsene Wenger has to face the coldest of truths.

It is that the best place to address his complaints is, as Dalglish suggested with such force, to himself.

The hard-luck story has, you have to suspect, pretty much run its course. It is certainly beginning to exhaust its audience.

Irish Independent

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