may 9th
08.53 – So, this is going to the final weekend of the league season. Where did the time go? Is it just me of did the season fly by?
We’ve got Sunderland away on Sunday, then the cup final. Then that’s it. No more football for 3 months. No World Cups or European Championships to ease the boredom. It’s going to be a long, long summer. No doubt full to brim of transfer rumours – like the one which links Arsenal with Turkish keeper Rustu. Apparently AW’s first choice is Paul Robinson, but the fact that he’d cost £8m and is probably going to that lot oop there means he’s going to pursue the war-painted Turk.
Rustu himself has batted his eye-lashes at the Gunners saying “I want to play for one of the biggest clubs and it is possible that this will be Arsenal.”
If you find any nice pieces of transfer gossip, hear it on the radio, hear if from the friend of a friend, you can spread your rumour far and wide by posting it on our new transfer rumours forum. Please make sure to read the rules of the particular forum before posting anything though. And don’t forget you can vote in the player of the season poll as well – votes for that close on the day of the Cup Final.
This is a nice piece in The Times which brilliantly highlights the tabloid hackery and made-up nonsense some football journos produce.
Now, we’re don’t have a lot of time for Tim Sherwood round these parts, but I’ll tell you what, he’s gone up in my estimation when I read this. Sp*rs fans hailed the appointment of Glenn Hoddle as the return of the Messiah, and Messiah he is. He should change his name to Brian, the clueless twat. Sherwood says “Hoddle’s motto is ‘If you can’t convince the players, just confuse them’. He would hold team meetings, ask the players for their opinion and then tell them they were all wrong.”
He goes on to say “His biggest fault is he has absolutely no man-management skills.” That and the fact he couldn’t manage his way out of a wet paper bag. I hope he stays at Sp*rs forever. No doubt our Spud hating pal will take more time to dissect this, but it really does make me smile reading about that. Light years Sp*rs fans, light years. And 42 real years of course.
Finally for today, a portable toilet equipped with internet access means a whole new realm of possibilities for bloggers. There’s a very obvious joke here about so many of them talking shit, but I’m just too lazy to think it out. Feel free to drop one in the arses….er….
