There is little to report this Sunday.
Last night I drank 4 pints, chatted GPS with a taxi driver, had a gimlet and then a large Knob Creek before losing my 15th consecutive game of FIFA online. I have to admit, the only reason I want us to make high quality signings this summer is so that our star rating on the game goes up sufficiently so that I’m not playing Borussia Dortmund every single time.
As it stands there’s little news on that front. Lyon’s Clement Grenier has been talking about his future, saying:
I have more or less made a decision about which club I want to join. I have made the choice for sporting reasons above all. Arsenal? It could well be them. There would be competition for places, but you get that at all big clubs and it does not stop me making my decision.
I know next to nothing about the player other than his name is an anagram of ‘Gentlemen crier’. I also thought he looked uncannily like Scott T Parker, the most overrated footballer with a plethora of freckles in the entire world, until I looked at the picture again and realised it was the bloke on his arse we might be signing.
Life’s too short to worry about filling word-count when there are no words worth counting. Knowing when to shut up is one of the greatest skills anyone can lea