Well the snow put paid to our chance of going into second place last night. The decision to call the game off came late enough but those close to the ground were saying from early on it was unlikely to happen. It provides us with a bit of a fixture scheduling nightmare. The 20th of January is a possibility, which would mean back to back league games against Bolton, but we’ll have to just wait and see what they come up with.
It makes for a very quiet blog this morning. Instead of talking about Eduardo’s hat-trick, Arshavin’s thunderbolt and another Ramsey belter with his left foot followed by a consolation for Bolton after Almunia came for a corner and punched Sylvester in the head, there’s nothing much happening at all.
There’s a very silly story about Arsenal wanting Higuain from Real Madrid and according to Marca Arsene would be willing to let Cesc go in exchange. On the Ludicrous scale, where 1 is Liam Brady’s goal against the Spuds and 10 is Keanu Reeves English accent in Dracula (“I knowe where the barstard sleeps!”), this is quite clearly a 14.
The other player we’re being linked with is a 6’8 Ivorian playing in Romania. Of all the names we’ve been linked with over the last couple of weeks, Lacina Traore (brother of Armand, first cousin of Djimi) seems the most likely. Unknown, yes. Nobody’s heard of him, yes. Absolutely no reputation, yes. Tall, yes. And cheap? Oh God yeah. He ticks all the boxes, including the Value For Money one, so expect to see him in an Arsenal shirt in no time.
In seriousness though maybe Arsene might look at the last really tall African striker and think ‘Hmmmm, once bitten’ and all that, but they can’t all be greedy, ungrateful, egomaniac, need to be kicked in the balls repeatedly by a mule wearing Doc Marten’s, cunts, can they?
Meanwhile the agent of Fran Merida has denied the player has signed any deal with Atletico Madrid. He says:
We haven’t signed anything with Atletico because, simply, the only club with whom we are negotiating is Arsenal. The absolute priority of the lad is to renew with them. I repeat: There has been no agreement with anybody. Arsenal have the priority. Moreover, as always, they are acting like gentlemen.
It’s not an act, you bastard! We are gentlemen. Except for Boro Primorac who is actually Gentle Ben, but only at the weekends. It’s a big decision for young Fran. He is very, very highly rated within the club and especially by Arsene Wenger. I suppose it’s down to the manager now to convince him that he’s got a future at the club, despite what’s in front of him at the moment. Things can change very quickly in football, an injury here, a departure there, and soon the path to the first team doesn’t seem so difficult. The longer it goes on though the more likely you feel it is he’ll take advantage of the Bosman and go somewhere else.
Emirates have vowed to continue their sponsorship of the club despite rumours the club were looking to renegotiate the deal and the downturn in air-travel worldwide.
And that’s really about that. I have to go into town now and all the roads and footpaths here are made of ice. And I’m no good at skating. I remember going ice-skating once as a kid. It was, unquestionably, one of the worst things ever. Firstly, you spend a load of time falling flat on your arse or face and secondly, it’s like bowling – you are expected to put on footwear that has been worn by hundreds, if not thousands of people, before you.
What kind of sick world do we live in where you have to wear the same boots as fuck knows who with their warts and bunions and carbuncles and in-grown toenails? It’s disgusting. Any ‘sport’ that makes you share footwear with the great unwashed, and they are unwashed, should be banned at once.
Anyway, fuck ice-skating. Back tomorrow with more bloggy goodness and an Arsecast. Until then.
