There may be a storm brewing. If you take a quick glance out of the nearest window, the horizon might show an enormous cloud of sh*t headed in the direction of your humble abode. This almighty cumulonimbus of faeces is a peculiar sight brought about by the interminable transfer rumour and all it’s associated bickering.
You see, folks… We get linked to a player. Some folks like the idea. Those folks quickly begin to prefer the hypothetical player to the ones we actually have. Apoplexy is soon aimed towards current players as supposed players are seen as better. The more thoughtful and loyal jump to the defence of the former and are seen to be casting aspersions on the latter. All hell breaks loose and an enormous cloud of sh*t forms across the globe engulfing all and sundry. To paraphrase Calvin Harris; “Eat. Sleep. Argue. Sh*t Cloud. Repeat”. Arsenal fans certainly enjoy a good old fashioned spat.
Currently, the Interwebs have erupted with possibilty and tetchy folks. We might – ‘MIGHT’ FOR GOD’S SAKE – be lining up a bid for German sensation, Julian Draxler. The man making all the headlines is said be be a long-term target for our dapper Manager, and is seen as another attacking midfielder we could convert to play up front. The same article I’ve highlighted also says we’re keen to turn him into the next Robin van Persie. I’d sooner that wasn’t the case. Another player that spends 7 years injured, plays 1 exceptional season, releases a snide and bitchy letter ‘for the fans’ and then f*cks off for a rival of ours isn’t something I’d particularly like to see. Nope, definitely don’t like that idea.
To be perfectly honest, I’ve little or no idea how much of the gossip is true. Reputable souls and the alleged ITK will have you believe there’s limitless possibility. For all I know, the scenes behind closed doors at Arsenal are of frenzied activity and countless bids. However, my wonderful readers, it could all be an enormous cloud of sh*t – a cloud so sh*t-laced that we’re all going to wish we had not started talking about it in the first place. At this moment in time, I wouldn’t care to wager which way it will go.
I try to deal in absolutes here. I don’t know as much as some, but more than others. I’m not affiliated with a senior member of Arsenal’s biscuit distribution staff and I have no sources with their ears pressed up against locked doors. I’m a guy in Bristol sat behind a keyboard with a bear, writing hogwash. Truthfully, I know bugger all about the transfer situation other than what I read on websites.
Julian Draxler could be on his way to Arsenal. He could not be. He could be the best player we ever sign. He could be bloody useless and take to playing the harpsichord for spare change on a dimly lit corner of London. We can’t know – the endless misinformation prevents anyone from ever being able to do so. At times like these, having a little faith in our manager’s choices and the players we do have is what’s important. A new addition could do wonders for our title push, but no new additions won’t spectacularly derail it.
Opprobrium and such things only serve to cloud things further. The internet is full of faceless and nameless folks pushing egos and veneers. My advice is simple; ignore those who dispute to push their own agendas and focus on the good people. Don’t allow yourself to get embroiled in it as no good will come from it. Kick back and wait; what happens, happens and it can’t happen any other way.
That’s me all done for today. Work awaits me so I must dash. I shall leave you with a quick suggestive glance towards the comments section below in the hope you’ll drop me a line. I go all gooey inside when you take the time to respond. Who wouldn’t want to be responsible for that reaction from a grown man?
As always; thanks for reading, you beautiful bastards.