Anyway, I digress. He's of course gone and done more important things in life - like become adopted father to one Shaun Wright Philips...but let me digress again. What kind of stupid father would let his son go off to Chelski and then Manciti and ruin his career? I mean, Alexander Hleb is one thing, dumb ass. But you'd think that having Ian Wright as your father would bring with it some semblance of added common sense.
Anyway anyway. He's also a pundit now. And he writes every now and then. In The Sun. My favourite paper of record. Like this one.
So, what Ian says is this: (a) Don't expect Cesc to stay, and (b) Djourou's pretty neat, and should start ahead of the more dodgy Squid-Koscielny deal.
Let me say this then. Er...yeah. Right. So, Cesc may leave for Barca at the end of the season? Geez. Shock. Ing. And, what? Djourou's a better bet? Good one, my dear Watson. But in any case, I still love Ian Wright.
You know what? Methinks Wenger checks out this blog every morning. I mean - here I am, writing out my list of Arsenal New Year's resolutions. I have as #1 you-know-what, and lo and behold, a day later, it's his pre-match interview, and Arsene says, if anything at all, he'll sign a centre-back. It all depends on Vermaelen. I say just sign the damn centre back. Think about it. We have the Squid. Who really is only there for the odd FA Cup game, Carling Cup semi, and maybe the odd Christmas Premier League tie. Koscielny ain't regular starting material too, and that leaves poor ole Djourou with the dodgy knee. Even with Vermaelen 101% fit, that still ain't enough. So sign someone. Now.
Elsewhere, there's more news confirming why Manciti's sad, and why Arsenal has a great waste disposal system. Stories are about, but here's a good one with photos too. Kolo and Adebayor having a bust up in training.
Surprise!!! What Manciti should do now is sign William Gallas, throw him into the mix, and watch what fun training really should be.
Adebayor. Now that's a sad sad story. But a good one for us. A nice heathy profit from a lemon. What more could you ask?
It's 15 minutes to Man U - Stoke. Did I ever say I was, like, a really really huge Stoke fan? I mean, think about it. Ryan Shawcross, Rory Delap, Tony Pubis...just the stuff of legend. I just love them. And I'm here with baited breath, waiting for Shawcross to get into Rooney, Delap to hurl one past van der Sar, and Pubis to shake Sir's hand with a big grin across his face.
So let's get on with it. A draw would be mighty nice, but who knows. There could be more in store.
Ciao then. We have Manciti to think about.
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