Henry memories not tainted by Paris
Gooners arriving at our ground last night will have discovered that the last of the eight massive murals has been erected. Our new stadium is now encircled by the images of 32 Arsenal legends. Yet who could’ve envisioned the irony of portraying Thierry Henry with his arm draped across the shoulder of Liam Brady?
It’d be easy for me to court public opinion by joining in the vilification of Henry. Yet even though I could be no less distraught about Ireland being cheated of a place in next summer’s tournament, if I was actually Irish born (as opposed to considering myself an adopted Irishman), I simply can’t allow this one calamitous event to taint all my memories, by turning the player responsible for some of the most wonderful football it has ever been my privilege to witness, into Satan’s spawn.
