DEAR ARSENAL… I’m 54 and, whilst I’ve never supported you, I’ve enjoyed so many games you’ve played in and had huge respect for you through the years, especially as a kid growing up in the 80s & 90s I respected Pat Jennings, Tony Adams, Kenny Sansom. As well as the likes of David Seaman, Ian Wright and Steve Bould. I remember watching you win the title on TV in ‘89 at Anfield with Micheal Thomas’ last-minute strike. Football at its finest. I was pleased for you. Decent set of players who played the game the right way. But, like many, I have to say something has changed. In a big way. This isn’t just because I support Brighton and you beat us over 60ish minutes on Wednesday night. (And yes, I mean 60.) It’s because of your whinging manager, your time-wasting and your blatant cheating. Football at its worst. I realise you and your supports won’t care. Because it’s win at all costs, right? Well, I suggest caution. Some relative neutrals have and will become bored and disillusioned with the brand of football and overall behaviour you are building your success on. Taking 31 minutes in one game to restart play? Utter madness. You’re quickly becoming the team so many want to see fail. (Again.) And right now, like many, the following sums me up… “Anyone but Arsenal”