Mr Wenger stared around him grumpily, he was getting mightily irritated with his sleep being interrupted by troublesome spirits. He settled down into his bed but his eventful night was not over yet. Once again the silence in his house was broken by an unearthly noise. A sound of clacking, almost like castanets in the corridor accompanied by a high-pitched yelping sound. Mr Wenger leapt out of his bed, incensed. "No more dutch ghosts, I can't take it aymore!" he yelled.
"No señor." Said a sing-song voice. "I am the ghost of Christmas yet to come." Mr Wenger looked around him in bewilderment. Then a silvery figure glided into room. The figure was tall and lithe, beautifully poised with elegant long limbs. As he drew closer out of thee darknes, his face became visible. He was extremely youthful and very beautiful with big, wide, innocent eyes and a long, sweeping fringe. "Ignasi?" Mr Wenger asked, surprised to see his reserve team captain. "Si señor. I am the ghost of Christmas yet to come." Ignasi repeated calmly. "You know that I am here to teach you a lesson, no?" He clicked together a small set of castanets and transported himself and Mr Wenger into a vision of the future. "I'm going to show you what could happen if you don't change your ways." He said as they looked around the team's training complex. Tiny Jack was sitting on the floor in a pool of his own tears as Pat Rice tried to fix the cast on his leg with sticky tape. "Your refusal to spend any money means that we can't afford tiny Jack's medical bills and we have to fix him with whatever we have lying around." Ignasi said sadly. They continued on to see Park Chu-Young lying on a physio table wrapped in a sleeping bag and sound asleep. "He grew so bored and tired on the bench from never playing that he's developed an advanced form of narcolepsy" Ignasi whispered, shaking his head. Then they saw poor Theo Walcott running endlessly up and down the touchline of the training pitch, running without focus or purpose. "Without Robin, poor Theo has had no footballing guidance, so he's forgotten how to do everything but run." Ignasi said. "What do you mean without Robin?" Mr Wenger asked, shocked. "He left us sir. He couldn't carry his heavy burden any longer, and your contract offer just wasn't good enough." Ignasi replied. "Oh God what have I done? Not Robin..." Mr Wenger exclaimed, terrified at the thought of losing his prize asset. "But wait, there is another way. Let me show what could happen if you change your ways sir." Ignasi said with a click of castanets. In an instant the training ground was transformed. There was tiny Jack his heavy cast gone and barely a trace of a limp remaining. There was a smiling Park Chu-Young happily training set pieces with Theo and a young man Mr Wenger did not recognise as Robin van Persie looked on from the comfort of a deck-chair. "Who's that Ignasi?" Mr Wenger asked. "You signed Lukas Podolski in the January window. He scores goals and helps the others and everything." Ignasi said admiringly. Then all of Ignasi's young reserve teammates ran past laughing and frolicking together. "Why are they so happy?" asked Mr Wenger. "You let everyone in the whole team have a Christmas party. They haven't stopped talking about it since." Ignasi giggled. "You see sir, everything couuld be very, very different..." He said in his sing-song voice and there Mr Wenger was, all alone in his big empty house, the morning light streaming through his bedroom window.................
Finale tomorrow.........
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