Singing Songs

It's been a few days. The earth stood still after the huffing and puffing over nothing during the last few so-called frantic moments of the transfer window, and so too have I stood still.

Barely able to cobble anything together, but I suppose there are a few rather amusing things to talk about today.

So.

Benjani: "It seemed like behind the scenes at Manchester City there is no class."

"I would prefer to be at a club where you can trust people around you. I would prefer to be here without all those facilities and be happy and to be able to trust everyone around me."

Martin Petrov: "At the moment at City, people are becoming more bad than good. The human relationships are lost and the trust is lost too."

"The players are going to play like millionaires and are not a team."

Now, do I sympathise with what they've said? 100%.

Do I feel sorry for them? Not one bit.

Let's get real. These dudes who joined the regime at Manciti, they knew, and they know exactly what they're in for. Spare me the crap about winning things, ambition, etc etc etc. They joined it now for the lurve, not for the Champions League.

It's the money, and where there's money, there's risk, and they took that risk. For now, Yaya Toure will take his 200,000 quid a week, shut the f up, and play his football. I think most would've known, and taken the qui pro quo of good money, but being subject to the vagaries of a nouveau riche club like Manciti. And aren't the nouveau riche oftentimes classless too?

So shut it. Take your money and run. Or take your money and sit on the bench.

There's a little story here on the Arsh as well. The man's been talking about his form of late:

"...I can say that my style has also altered – it is more effective but less sparkling. I don’t remember when was the last time I score a really beautiful goal."

"It’s frustrating. I tried to analyse this, but can find no answers. It is likely that my injuries last year had an affect, because on three occasions I was out for a month, but it is feeble to talk about injuries."

Yes, it's feeble. I'll tell you what it is. He's knackered. Plain and simple. Never has he had to run so much in his lifetime. Never has he had to work so much in training and on the pitch. Back in the good old days, he had his time, his energy, for all the moments of sparkling. Now, he just looks half-dead 90% of the time.

The dude looks like he's lost a bit of weight over the summer, and methinks it'll taken a few more months for us to see what he might really be capable of when he's really fit and up to it.

Finally, a little bit on the Marseillaise. You know, the Marseillaise is one of the anthems which I really quite enjoy listening to. Good, traditional quality stuff. But it's funny...

Laurent Blanc, now figures what he needs is to make his players sing the thing. He's serious alright. He's told them. He's passed them the lyrics. (Yes, he needed to give them fools the lyrics to their own anthem). So let's see.

You can be sure I'll be watching tonight - just for that first few minutes. (Reminds me of school, actually - this enforced anthem singing).

At least there's something on the telly tonight. Even if it's just England. I'd like to see Walcott score two goals, and then England lose 3-2. Bring on the money!