Welcome to another week of the Interlull but at least we can begin to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
And with that light at the end of that tunnel we could see, for example, Barcelona’s Txiki Begiristain and use that light to ensure that our punches got him right in his stupid, big snout. He’s been giving it the usual crap about Cesc coming back to Barcelona ‘one day’ but hinting at a move in January.
Surely they ought to just shut up. Why can’t they shut up? It’s easy. If it’s not him it’s Laporta and if it’s not Laporta it’s one of the players going on about Cesc’s DNA as if they were footballing CSI blokes. It is hugely disrespectful to Arsenal, not that they care about that, and it’s hugely disrespectful to Cesc himself who has, at almost every opportunity, restated his commitment to Arsenal.
Whenever a story ’emerges’ from the fiction fingers of the Spanish press, generally planted there by Barcelona or agents who may or not have a close association with Barcelona and, maybe Arsenal, Cesc has refuted them totally. Every single time.
It’s so ming-bogglingly tiresome and, in a week when Cesc has withdrawn from the Spanish squad to be with his seriously ill grandfather, it’s massively insensitive of Begiristain to start banging this drum again. I know it’s probably water off a duck’s back for Cesc but I’m sure more of this speculation is something he could just as easily do without at the moment. But then Barcelona only care about Barcelona.
Can you imagine the fuss they’d kick up if we started talking about one of their players all the time? They need to back off, big time. I don’t think anyone’s under any illusions that one day Cesc will go and play football in Spain but at the moment he’s the captain of Arsenal and Barcelona need to show him and our club a bit of respect. I realise that’s a bit like asking John Terry not to be the most despicable human being ever born but still.
And with a presidential election to come at the Catalan club this summer things are only going to get worse, I reckon. Perhaps Ivan Gazidis needs one more addition to his backroom squad. A 6’8″ mixed martial arts expert who moves in the shadows and who can just appear behind Laporta or Begiristain as they go to their car and ‘advise them’ that they need to shut their stupid big mouths. Or their mouths won’t have any teeth left. Leaving them on the ground clutching their incredibly painful testicles would be a hint of things to come. Come on Ivan, sort it.
Maybe all the Arsenal blogs should have a ‘Messi is going to sign for Arsenal’ story at some stage this week. Lash in a couple of fake quotes from an Arsenal insider and see if we can’t get a reaction from the Spanish press. It might help pass the time in what’s going to be another dull week.
Apart from that there’s not a thing left about Arsenal to talk about. Hope you had a good weekend. Mine was quite fine. I proved a very important point as well. That my footballing ability is directly related to the length of my facial hair. I had been cultivating a fine beard, simply because I was embracing the scruffy old tramp side of me, but I realised that the more my beard grew the worse I got at football. And trust me, I can’t afford to get much worse.
Having had at the multi-coloured fuzz on my face with the shears on Saturday, yesterday’s game of 5-a-side was a triumph of close control, amazing finishing, hard tackling and going in goal for a rest when I was knackered (quite often indeed). I think the beard must affect my aerodynamics in a bad way.
Funny that, eh?
Anyway, that’ll have to do. Till tomorrow.
