Thought I'd start today off with something about the weather (in England) and how people are getting their knickers in a knot for a few inches of snow. I've already said my piece early on, and well, for those who are so inclined, click here for another view for which all I can say is "hear ye, hear ye!"
Yes, it's an issue for the local authorities, and there is unavoidable fear of litigation. But that is really quite sad, and something for all to think about, particularly as you see other games taking place on the continent. Anyway, especially if the EPL powers-that-be want to take their league onto the global level, more will have to be done to just help shovel some snow, pay for some grit and salt, and get on with it. The fact that 50 to 60,000 people eventually showed up at the Emirates must show that push comes to shove, most adults will make the decision to show up for the game.
Elsewhere, there's of course still not much to say re transfers. Fran Merida is still a case of he said/she said, yes, no, maybe. Whatever. Once agents come into play, we all know things to to shite. I'd say it all explains the lacklustre performance at West Ham. What seems to be more certain than other things - in that Le Boss has not completely shat his pants in laughter - is Sol Campbell. Holy Mary Mother of God. Yes, we'll sign Sol the 35/36 year old who couldn't make it in the 4th Division to give us that final push towards the title. Yessireee. While we're at it, let's aim to sign a few others:
Lukic, Seaman, Adams, Keown, Dixon, Winterburn, Parlour, Pires, Wright, Bergkamp and why not Overmars. Apart from Pires, we'd probably get them all on free contracts, at about 5,000 quid month plus expenses. Unfortunately, Vieira has decided on another old folks' home.
Oh yeah - finally, seems Denilson has ruled himself back into the game with Bolton. Le Boss thinks it "mysterious", and that he should've at least fallen on the ball, rather than crumple to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Yes, probably. But I know what happened - bloody voodoo man! Someone, somewhere, with a little Denilson doll, just waiting for the perfect opportunity. The same person had a Mohawk Billy doll too, in the first half. Dammit.
Much as I'd like to see some new signings this week to inject some positive karma into the Arse talk, unfortunately, I don't think so...
More later, but before I go, a little bonus. Whatever we thought of snatching a draw from the jaws of defeat, this must take the cake: snatching a draw from ever-loosening jaws of sphincter muscles. Wherever you are, it must be better than being a Angolan fan:
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