Mixedi (UK)My Life In Red and White feels like a wasted opportunity, a weak penalty aimed straight down the middle. It starts well enough, with elegant reflections on Wenger’s childhood in Alsace ... Even if he is too polite to air his dirtiest laundry, he could at least offer some insight into the details of his thinking. Although he talks in the abstract about what makes a good player and coach, specifics are thin on the ground ... At the end of the book we are no closer to knowing Wenger’s mind than we were at the start ... I wonder if so many years of press conferences have spoiled Wenger’s sense of a yarn. He is so accomplished at leaving out the good stuff that he has forgotten how to put it in ... he remains a beguiling figure for a biography, but he may not be the best person to write it.
