You know, there’s so much going on this morning I’m really not quite sure where to start. Perhaps the news that nobody has signed for us, maybe the huge story about nothing of any importance whatsoever going on, or would it be better to focus on the sheer volume of naught that abounds this summer morning?
The dangers of naught are most underestimated you know.
There really is nothing happening. Do you care that Andrei Arshavin dumped his agent? Nah, me neither. Some blogs considered this the news of the summer but that’s just because there’s nothing else going on. Arshavin taking a poo which was shaped like the Kremlin would be much more interesting news but as far as I know pictures of his poo are about the only ones he doesn’t put on his official site.
Is it worth mentioning that Yaya Toure has signed a new contract at Barcelona? Probably, if only in the vain hope that the news will stop people mentioning him and us together as if he was ever going to sign for us.
Hey! I heard Obafemi Martins could be signing for us … *sigh*
Kieran Gibbs and Theo Walcott played for England U21s yesterday. I watched a bit of it before deciding I have been quite enjoying not watching football. My eyes still needed a bit of recharging and England were 3-0 up anyway. So I switched off, did some other stuff, played some Playstation, had my dinner and turned the TV on again just in time to see the penalty shoot-out.
Both our lads scored and some Swedish lad missed and England go through the final on Monday. Whee. That’s about the enthusiasm I can muster, sorry.
Can you believe Spain are playing South Africa in the Confederations Cup today? Let’s face it, nobody gives a fish’s tit who wins the thing (sorry American chums, but it’s true), so why would anybody care who came 3rd and 4th? I hope the Spanish use the game to give the players who haven’t really featured a run out and Cesc doesn’t play and gets himself a rest then a nice couple of weeks by the sea avoiding interviews and journalists disguised as sandcastles (they’re sneaky over there).
Look, I could sit here, try and tear the arse out of it and waffle a bit more but there really is no point. Hopefully tomorrow’s Sunday papers can bring us a pile of rumours we can point and laugh at like the sickly kid in school who always had a nose full of luminous green bogies.
Till then.
