He drew iron tears down Wenger’s cheek, and made the Emirates grant what mercenaries did seek. Manchester summoned their prospective title and gave it to him, but upon one condition: that he would not look back at the Emirates as he left, until he has paid respect to the club that had given him so much. So he passed through the great doors of the Eithad to the path which would take him to empty glory, climbing up and up. He knew that Arsenal had moved on without him, but he longed unutterably to give one glance to make sure. But now they were almost there, the blackness was turning gray; now he had stepped out joyfully into the daylight. Then he turned to the Arsenal. He saw them in the dim light, and he held out his arms to clasp them; but on the instant they were gone to reclaim their passion, courage, and class.

Nasri is a prick. He can make any excuse he wants to vindicate his abandonment of  Arsenal for City. But the fact of the matter is that he has not shown any remorse or respect to gunners and gooners since his déclassé exit.