At this time of year, I struggle. Not only do I work in a heaving kitchen in sweltering temperatures, but I also have to navigate the interminable dross plastered across cyberspace. Well… I say “have to” … I don’t have to do it at all. Should the feelings of irritation overwhelm me, I could go to a monastery and spend my days chanting into a wall to find inner peace.
However, I like blogging. It’s fun to me and the freedom to express whatever the hell I please without fear of censorship is glorious. When discussing Arsenal with you it’s pertinent to make mention of the latest news. Cesc Fabregas, seemingly unstoppably so, is the news at the moment. All the bloody news.
Where is he going to go? Frankly, I couldn’t give a f**k now. Arsenal, it appears, have opted against reacquiring his services, a choice that baffles me to the ends of the Earth. If his alleged price of £30m has a shred of truth to it, deciding not to snap up a player of his calibre, one that would slot right in, is bizarre. Cesc would improve the team, that’s without doubt. There are other areas that need attention first, but his arrival wouldn’t hamper our ability to do so given the enormous bundle of delicious cash at our disposal.
All that is an irrelevance. It looks less and less likely with each passing day that we will take advantage of the clause in his contract. Wether you agree or disagree at present is pretty much an irrelevance; we can’t do anything to change it. The only question now is where he goes. You can see all the odds at allpro, but the favourite amongst pundits and wannabe ITKs is the most malodorous imaginable – Chelsea.
Typing that sentence nauseates me. There are a few irksome Clubs in world football, but few that can compare to the vile, putrid, feculent hell-hole that is Stamford Bridge and all its hideous incumbents. Watching a darling of Arsenal like Fabregas strut around their turf wearing their kit isn’t going to be a pleasant site. In fact; it’s quite possibly one of the most horrific notions I’ve had the misfortune to conjure.
Yet, I find solace in that fact that Cesc Fabregas is only a player, and one that doesn’t justify the ‘legend’ tag. He’s undoubtedly brilliant, he was brilliant for the 7 years service he gave us, but he is just a player. He doesn’t represent all that is virtuous and true. Most importantly for me is we have Mesut Ozil.
If our boggle-eyed German friend has a ‘Pires’ second season and we see exactly how good he is on a regular basis, we’ll not miss Cesc in the slightest – it’s worth noting that the only European player that could better Cesc’s stats is Ozil. Granted, we only saw glimpses of what Mesut can do through the course of last season, but I believe there is much, much more to come.
The summer is going to drag on with this one. My advice – just let it be. We can’t do anything to change or influence the decision. We can but sit back and hope that he opts to go somewhere like Bayern Munich instead.
Fabregas himself once stated,
If you ever see me in a Chelsea shirt, you have the permission to kill me
If Arsenal are as much in his heart as he says, then he won’t go to Chelsea. Of course, I wouldn’t get your hopes up. Money has a habit of destroying previous opinions. I’ve a feeling I know which will win in the end.
That’s all for today, folks. I wasn’t going to talk about Fabregas, but I’ve managed to do precisely the opposite. The comments await you below. Let me know your thoughts on the subject. I’ll return with more as soon as I get the chance. It’s nearly time for me to move house so I’ve the joys of sorting through a plethora of trinkets and useless bits ‘n’ bobs to endure.
As always; thanks for reading, you beautiful bastards.