Throughout the World Cup I’ve been enjoying Baddiel & Skinner’s Absolute Radio podcasts. In their latest recording, they mention bumping in to Arsenal manager Arsene Wenger in the lobby of their hotel. Halfway through the encounter, a member of staff appeared with a snack for Arsene: a plate carrying two green apples, and a knife.
It’s decidedly, definitely weird. We all fancy an apple from time-to-time, but two? Most odd.
And yet it’s entirely credible. It seems to suit him, like Fergie’s claret, or Big Sam’s cholesterol-lined pie. I can imagine Arsene delicately peeling his apple, aiming for precision technique whilst bemoaning others who just much carelessly through to the core. Try telling him it’s the same result in the end and he won’t have it.
Anyway, eventually he’ll have got rid of all the big, valuable bits of the apple until he’s just left with tiny seeds. One day the seeds will grow up to be big, valuable apples themselves. And then they’ll go to Barcelona.
Painfully extended metaphors aside, we seem to have solved one of football’s great mysteries: just why Arsene Wenger is so incredibly thin.