Morning all,
sunny again here today. Blue skies. Warm. Something is very, very wrong somewhere. Oh well, no complaints.
The only real story, and I use the word ‘real’ very loosely, is the Sunday Mirror’s report that Barcelona could make a £40m bid for Cesc Fabregas this summer. There’s nothing more to it than that but there’s an accompanying article by Steve Stammers speculating about why Arsene Wenger might be tempted to cash in.
Pfff, I say. Cesc is not for sale, nor should he be. People have spoken about this season being a poor one for him and I think the man himself would be first to admit that. It just strikes me that more and more football fans have goldfish memories.
Bloke has terrible game = he’s shit and a cunt so let’s sell him.
Bloke has good game = he’s awesome, the new Pelebeckenmooradona, give him a new contract worth a billion pounds a week.
In Cesc Fabregas we have one of the finest young talents in world football, we would be utterly insane to let him go. Where the manager has been lax, in my humble opinion, is by not providing him with the kind of partner that lets us get the best from him.
It’s the Flamini thing, you know. Get someone who can play all the time like Flamini did in his final season with us and then we’re onto something. But pair him with players like Song or Denilson, who are not yet ready to play the role, and he struggles. As any player would.
He had other issues last season too. No summer rest, carrying an injury through the first part of the season, the big injury against Liverpool, being asked to play in a position which does not suit him and it all adds up to a poor season.
However, he’s just 22 years of age. He’s played well over 200 games for us and the idea of letting him leave now is pure and utter madness. Thankfully, Arsene Wenger won’t be considering letting him leave despite what the Mirror says and that’s about that, isn’t it?
Not a lot else happening though, which is understandable. The Cup Final was a disappointment yesterday, wasn’t it? Stupid Chelsea and then Teddy Sheringham picks Cuntley Cunt for man of the match. I swear my TV nearly exploded due to overload of cunt.
Fingers crossed something happens tomorrow. Till then.
