For those who are not devotees of Mr Arsene Wenger, the heartfelt thought of "Wenger Out" is a very familiar one.
For those who love him the thought of having any other manager is unthinkable. If you asked the friends of Arsene Wenger why he is so indispensable, they would speak of gorgeous football and of all that he has done for the club, of the Invincibles and of his effortless charm. Very few would point straight to the balance sheet.
For those who wish to have another manager - any manager in fact, none of us is in anyway worried about the financial strength that he has brought to the club.
"Well done," we say, "but can we win some silverware please"?
It may be a strange question from someone firmly on the AMG side, but why? Winning the Premier League or the Champions League would be very nice, but at the end of the day it's an afternoon out at perhaps White Hart Lane where we have so often won the league in the past or in Berlin or Minsk. There is a temporary sense of wellbeing. Something to brag about. That's all. Money in the bank, as arranged by Mr Wenger is so much more... tangible.
Watching the team nowadays is to watch generally pleasant and intelligent young men smashing themselves against the brick wall of the manager's modus operandi. The poor dears actually do want to win trophies, but never have the resources given to them to do so. But they are making money. Lots of it, and that money is very consoling.
Everyone within Arsenal Football Club is in a comfort zone. It is awash with money. Television revenues have never been higher. Gate receipts are prodigious and stadium debt repayments have been or are being made nicely. We have a nice fat sponsorship. So what if we lose a few crucial oh so winnable games? So what if we lose the respect of others and of ourselves?
Arsenal FC and everyone in it is make a living and there's a lot to be said for that.
My point is, where is our money? AFC have £200 million in the bank. The manager doesn't want to spend it. £80 million of that could be used to pay back to the season ticket holders every year. A sort of fee for turning up. A bung to be less critical. Baksheesh.
Cheap football would be such a comfort in the long dark tedious hopeless ennui filled years ahead before liberation comes.