Ebooing hints at much larger issue

This whole thing is really quite a thorny issue. It’s never nice to boo someone and, I have to say, I felt so sorry for Eboue watching him trudge off to the chorus cheers that greeted his substitution. He looked on the verge of tears.

That said, he does himself absolutely no favours. Cristiano Ronaldo gets away with being an obnoxious little **** because he’s an amazing player, however even amongst United fans he’s far from being a fans’ favourite. In fact, just the other day a friend was telling me that he and his son – both United fans – had ‘gone off’ Ronaldo.

If even the great Ronaldo can’t command the unquestioned adulation of the crowd, what hope for poor old Eboue? If Ronaldo, suddenly, unbelievably, started playing consistently poorly – as poorly as Eboue – it wouldn’t be long before the United faithful told him exactly what they thought of his diving, whinging and overall petulance.

For the record, I actually don’t think Eboue is that bad a player. He’s quick, he’s strong, he’s got decent control and I’ve often been surprised (in a good way) by his dribbling abilities. Lest we forget, it was only a few seasons ago that he was being talked about as the best right back in the country. I distinctly remember that he was an absolute must for every fantasy football team.

In my opinion he is still capable of performing well as a right wing-back, and should be used as such, but for what it’s worth, I don’t think he’ll be around for much longer. He has not really got the ability or the temperament to turn the situation around for himself. He’ll be looking for an exit in January.

Clearly, though, the booing was much bigger than Eboue. It was about a crowd venting its frustration about having to pay top dollar week in, week out, to see a team consistently underperform, against ‘inferior’ opposition, and fail to address the situation by not dipping into the reputedly rather healthy war chest to buy some desperately needed reinforcements.

It was about a manager who, though a genius, is, like so many others, a flawed example of his craft. Wenger has become so mentally and emotionally invested in his project that he now fails to see what seems obvious to those looking in. The wood for the trees, you might say.