“We have front row seats for this theatre of mass destruction. The demolitions committee of Project Mayhem wrapped the foundation columns of a dozen buildings with blasting gelatine”-Narrator
Much like the narrator in Fight Club, Arsene’s project mayhem has imploded under the weight of its own myth. The explosive charges are in place and the detonator primed for the walls of this great football club of ours (never forget, fellow season ticket holders; it’s our club) to come tumbling down.
Project mayhem is looking tired, stale and ineffective. No it’s not the idea of overthrowing the status quo with soap formed from liposuctioned human fat, raids on Starbucks and Anarchy that I’m talking about, it’s the year zero policy Wenger imposed, as did the soviets, rebuilding under a new philosophy and dogmatically sticking with failing principles.
The icon of these principles could have been encapsulated by a statue erected outside the Emirates of Denilson . That statue could then be toppled symbolically at the moment Wenger is replaced from his throne room at London Colney.
The once promising young Brazilian, has stagnated and been given chance after chance to live up to Wenger’s oft repeated ‘belief’. In the place of that promising youngster is an underachieving weakling, whose ineffectiveness sums up the heart of Project mayhem's journey to oblivion.
He’s not alone; some of the other disciples who arrived at Mayhem’s door have collected their pieces of silver and blindly followed, much like Meatloaf they have achieved little other than derision.
Analogies to Fight Club don’t just end there. The team can at times be like Tyler Durden; self confident and swaggering and at others like the narrator; underachieving and full of doubt. The man behind this version of Jekyll and Hyde is of course Monsieur Wenger; the architect of Project Mayhem and disaster.
“Only after disaster can we be resurrected”-Tyler Durden
collapse of an idea