Good morning, delicious readers.
Olivier Giroud. His is the name smacking off the lips of an aroused collective of Gooners today, as there are some Wenger quotes doing the rounds that say the deal is all but done. Those quotes are:
“Giroud didn’t play much (at the Euros so far), but he’s going to be an Arsenal player 90 per cent next season.”
“I think he has exceptional potential and will integrate very well in our collective and our way of playing. He is a real team player and knows how to combine with other players and I’m sure he will do well with us.”
Sounds like it’s a certainty if the boss is already referring to him as an Arsenal player. Of course, in instances such as this one, the nay-sayer element of my personality crops up. I’m the kind of guy who refuses to believe anything unless given concrete and absolute proof – even as a child I viewed Father Christmas with great suspicion. I know what you’re thinking, “Geez, cheer up, you miserable sod” and you’d not be acting outrageously saying so.
Miserable I am not – I’m delighted we appear to be making good additions. Sceptical – that’s more like it. Having immersed myself in a plethora of babble and poppycock over the past few weeks whilst hunting for stories and news, I’ve developed an immunity to transfer speculation. A reflex action to exclaim “BALDERDASH!” fires from my mouth when I read the vast majority of unsubstantiated drivel out there at the moment.
So it is with a healthy splash of scepticism I look at Giroud as being a lot of things; a good player, a very welcome addition to the squad, a sign of things to come and hope. But he is NOT an Arsenal player until that percentage rating goes up to the full 100. If things were cast in stone, then Wenger wouldn’t have left a, albeit small, percentage of doubt, would he?
That story broke whilst I was watching the coma-inducingly dull Euro 2012 quarter final, in which the BBC essentially dedicated an entire programme to Ronaldo sycophancy. The game was appallingly tedious to such and extent I amused myself trying to make innuendo from the commentators words – “he’s gone for the long diagonal” being a personal favourite. The group stages threw up a few entertaining fixtures. Tournament football always goes the same way; once pressure and the fear of elimination sets in, spectacle and entertainment makes way for the cagey approach. Unless your team is involved, and you are emotionally, watching can be a real chore.
Tonight, I expect Greece to show little or no desire to attack, and Germany will gradually break them down and win 1-0. Given my propensity for inaccurate predictions, there should be a 7 goal thriller to watch later.
That’s all for today, folks. Thanks for reading, commentating and for your genera support. If you’re a new reader, or a regular returning; I thank you very much for making this blog worthwhile. If you’re one of those irksome swines who keep trying to get your ridiculous spam comments approved; go f**k yourself. I do not need cheap Air Jordan’s or female viagra – regardless of how intriguing the latter is.
I shall return tomorrow. Until then, the comments await your views, thought and hurtful insults.