July 1st
…hello July. Fucking hell.
Another month and this is typically the one where the most stuff happens. If summers previous have taught us anything Patrick Vieira should be all over the papers with a move to Spain, Arsene Wenger will be linked with a move somewhere because he’s unhappy because Mihir Bose has made up some story about our finances and every single player, especially goalkeeper, will be in some kind of transfer speculation involving Arsenal. Which, for me, is good because at the moment things are too slow.
It’s so slow websites are trying to make stories out of nothing. “Edu slams Wenger” and “Edu takes parting shot at Wenger” are some of the headlines which would make you think our old chum has had a real go at the boss instead of just explaining what his last season at the club was like. In fact, if a player has left Arsenal under less of a cloud and with as many good wishes from everyone at the club then I don’t know who it is. Lazy journo cunts. Don’t see them getting up at 7am each morning just to write their own website. That’s why Arseblog is the truth. Oh yes.
In some non-exciting transfer news former youth Danny Karbassiyooniyonion has joined Burley so he’ll be playing in redcurrant next season. Good luck to him. Also the deal for young Lincoln defender Jack Hobbs appears to have fallen through so he’s off to Liverpool instead. Yet another shocking indictment on our lack of ambition in the transfer market this summer.
But wait, what’s this? The Sun is reporting that David Dein has flown to Spain to meet his old chums in Seville and that a £10m deal for monster Julio ‘John The’ Baptista could be completed by the weekend. Now that would be something for people not to complain about. I bet they still would though. Don’t just write it off as typical summer speculation either, there’s more to it than that.
Robin van Persie will miss Arsenal’s pre-season trip to Holland for fairly obvious reasons. He’ll stay in London to avoid any backlash from his recent arrest an alleged rape incident.
And that’s the first day of July for you. This evening I have to meet Tom who is on his holidays here in Barcelona. I suspect there may be a mojito or two to be drunk while we bitch about you all…
