Mexican God: Carlos Vela  Clive Rose  The day I thought Carlos
Vela would be the striker that Arsenal needed, but not the one
it deserved.  Back when I was a relentless alcoholic (supporting
Arsenal does that to a man) and my bar's token "recently lost
his girlfriend" guy, I had a conversation with a friend (hobo,
friend, criminal, fraternity brother, it's all the same thing)
about the state of Arsenal and how bright the future was. We had
just signed Aaron Ramsey (suck it Ferguson!), Samir Nasri, the
immaculate Silvestre as well as signing many current players to
"long term" contracts but, that was far from the exciting part
for me. No, the fun part was reading that a certain fat Mexican
striker, who spent the previous season on loan in Spain, had
finally been granted a work permit and would play in the Arsenal
first team that season.  I admit, because I am an honest man,
that the attraction at first was purely physical. Not in the
sense that Vela looked better than our other strikers, which can
be argued, o