Arsenal Christmas Carol part 3

Mr Wenger looked all around him but the room was still and silent, slightly bewildered, he pulled his duvet up to his chin and leaned back on his pillows. At first he could not sleep, but slowly his eyelids began to grow heavy. Just as he dropped off into sleep, there came a scraping sound at the door, as if someone was scratching at its panels trying to get inside. Irritated at his sleep being interrupted once more, Mr Wenger got up and flung open the door. The corridor in front of him was empty. He slammed the door shut and turned back into his room. As he did so he let out a yelp of shock. Standing in front of him was the unmistakeable form of his team captain and top scorer Robin van Persie. Only something was different about him. Like Dennis before him, Robin was now silvery and translucent. "What the hell are you doing here?" demanded Mr Wenger. "I am the ghost of Christmas present," Robin said "So that's just how I roll." "But you're not dead." Mr Wenger said disagreeably. "I'm not that kind of ghost." Robin replied. "I am a spirit of the season, sent to teach you an important moral lesson and I've taken this form beecause its significant to you. Now I must show you something." He clicked his fingers and with a jolt they were transported from the house and into a freezing field next to an imposing grey building. Ghost Robin pointed to a wooden bench and some forlorn looking figures sitting on it. "Look Mr  Wenger, look how sad and bored Tomas, Andrei and Chu-Young are. Spare a thought for them sir." Mr Wenger looked closer and indeed there was Andrei Arshavin's chubby, child-like face, a face that seemed made for a happy expression, set in an unhappy little pout as he kicked his heels against the bench. There was Park Chu-Young, frustrated, desperate for a chance to prove himself, watching all the other new signings flourish ahead of him. There was Tomas, back to fitness but waiting for an opportunity, overlooked and underused. As Mr Wenger began to feel a sense of guilt and sadness, the ghost Robin took them inside the building. There was Bacary Sagna pining for his lost BFF Gael Clichy looking at pictures of happier times and there was poor tiny Jack hobbling about on his crutches, struggling around in his protective boot. "Look at these bleak times Mr Wenger. Your team is feeling a little sad sir, its a good job I'm around to lift the mood." Ghost Robin said with a little smile and with a wink he transported Arsene back to the silence of his room.......