Arsenal & Me (or, please god let us sign someone good)

Let me tell you a little bit about my relationship with Arsenal. When I moved to New York, I didn't know anyone, hated my job and was broke. And then I knew more people, really hated my job and was really broke. And now, well, I'm not broke. But no matter how tough times were, no matter how much I hated life, or New York, or my job, I had one constant in my life, and that was Arenal. They made everything else, all the shit, more bearable. I remember when I was in Abu Dhabi, in absolute fucking hell, sitting in my hotel room at 2 AM, thinking - Arsenal are top of the league, at least I have that. I owe Cesc, Robin and all the rest a lot - a LOT. So when I say I am worried about this season, you know why.

I guess I just don't understand why we can't spend some money - we aren't a poor club, and we certainly made an awful lot of money over the summer. I'm all for developing players, but sometimes you need an anchor - or two. We have Cesc, and I couldn't love him more than I do, but by my reckoning we need at least two signings: a defensive midfielder and a center back. And we need them to be proven, and GOOD. Let's get Xabi, cup-tied or no. Or even Gareth Barry, for god's sake. It kills me - KILLS ME - that ManUtd are getting Berbatov when the last thing they need is a striker. We need a deeper bench, or we're going to keep slipping - and we'll lose the talent we do have.

I'm happy to be proven wrong - maybe Nasri will be the next Ronaldo, who knows - but I'm worried and stressed, and I'm not the only one. So come on, Arsene. We are, all of us, counting on you.