Jack Wilshere is the complete midfielder, says Arsenal manager Arsene Wenger I hope it will be very soon. I cannot tell you much more. While Walcott huffed and puffed he still, rather like a wolf bounding fruitlessly through the Siberian tundra, could not blow Swansea's defence down. First he had a shot blocked by Kyle Bartley, then he put the ball wide in a one-on-one with Michel Vorm after a wonderful diagonal ball from Abou Diaby. The sight of a late effort rebounding off the inside of the post and into the hands of Swansea's Dutch goalkeeper was nearly too much for him to bear. It took Wilshere's flash of genius, driving the ball beyond the despairing Vorm in the blink of an eye, to rescue him. The Emirates resounded at one last night to cries of "There's only one Jackie Wilshere," but at least Swansea manager Michael Laudrup, such a consummate exponent of the midfielder's art at Barcelona, injected a measure of perspective. "People are too fast to use the big words," he said of Wilshere. Young players can always improve. He can be a very, very good player, but don't expect him to be a superstar too soon. It is doubtful that Wenger would ever be so presumptuous. But the worry for restive Arsenal supporters is that their manager appears to regard the assurance of Walcott's loyalty of some form of panacea for the team's ills. He assumes that the youngster will join Wilshere, Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain, Kieran Gibbs, Aaron Ramsey and Carl Jenkinson in forming a tight-knit British corps of talent who can safeguard the club's philosophy and embody its values. He holds fast to the logic that the faithful Walcott can buck a grim trend started by Samir Nasri and Robin van Persie, both of whom sundered their ties to Arsenal by running down their contracts. The cold reality is nothing like so straightforward. Just across town at Queens Park Rangers, Loic Remy is en route to Loftus Road, with long-time Wenger target Yann M'Vila rumoured to be following suit from Rennes. Where new signings are concerned, this most stubborn son of Strasbourg is still moving about as fast as an Alpine glacier.