He’s here! The man we’d been hoping for has arrived at the glistening gates of London Colney to grab our season by the scruff of the neck and take charge. Men want to be him, ladies want to be with him – he’s a globally recognised football brand, the apotheoisis of the modern game; it’s Kim Kallstrom!!
“Errr… Who, James?”
Kim Kallstrom, you know, that fella who used to play at Lyon – was at Spartak Moscow before Arsenal ‘swooped’ for his services on loan.
“Never heard of him. Where the f**king f**k is Draxler? Wenger Out”
Alright, calm down. I was just being a bit silly. Truth be told, I’m only very vaguely familiar with Kallstrom.
I’ve watched him play on numerous occasions over the years, although he’s never really stood out. He takes a decent free kick, I do know that much – he was pretty damn useful on Championship Manager circa 2002. Other than that, my knowledge is limited.
“Stop talking to yourself. This bit isn’t as funny as you thought it would be. Get on with the post…”
That transfer window was pretty much what I expected to be. One of the best decisions I have made recently was to ignore the whole sorry saga almost completely – I did have a relapse and took a sneaky peak during the afternoon. Even in those brief moments as I scoured through ongoing discussions, the thing that immediately struck me is that quite the majority did not approve of Kallstrom’s signing. The huddled masses didn’t just snort with derision, they blasted hate filled dross across the Internet with frightening regularity.
Why? Because of false hope and expectation. Kallstrom may not be the signing we all craved – not even in the position we craved – but he is a solid midfielder that will add us a bit of depth. His arrival doesn’t mean our season lays in tatters. He’s officially an Arsenal player until the end of the season, and once he puts that shirt on for the first time, he deserves both the benefit of the doubt and our full support. Writing him off purely because he wasn’t want you wanted is silly.
The January window is an awful, awful idea. No club with aspiration will consider selling their top players halfway through a season without a ludicrous offer being placed. Arsene’s refusal to pay in excess of £37m for Draxler may infuriate some, but when you consider that money is going on an unproven – albeit incredibly talented – 20-year-old, from a business perpective it makes absolute sense. I would have been delighted had we snapped up the young German, but I do agree with Arsene’s stance.
Ideally, we would have secured the services of a good striker to compete/compliment Olivier Giroud. We didn’t. Slamming the manager and his representatives for dallying and dithering might be accurate, or it might not. The only truth is none of us can know what goes on behind the scenes. If Arsene didn’t see fit to bring in a striker, then I’m inclined to trust his choice. I might think it’s a touch dangerous given the paucity of options, but I’m not a football manager and I don’t have the faintest idea what occurs behind closed doors at Arsenal. It appears we tried to get one. We didn’t succeed.
The window is closed. As I’m certain they will; debates and exchanges regarding the decisions that should have been made will rage until a fresh topic to moan about comes to light. Personally, I’m tired of all the moaning – from both sides of the extremes. Everyone just moans, and even I’m f**king moaning now about the moaning.
It’s ridiculous and I’ve had enough. Whimsy and foolishness are what I do best. I’ll stick to those. There is little point growing frustrated by that which you can’t possibly hope to change. We have a good squad, we have a shot at the title. We may have missed the chance to strengthen the squad, but it is what it is. The future awaits with untold possibility, and supporting the team and looking forward with hope is a great deal more enjoyable than bleating incessantly.
That’s all for today, folks. The comments await, there’s a fair bit to talk about regarding yesterday’s hideous window. Share you thoughts with me.
As always; thanks for reading, you beautiful bastards.