Morning, delicious Earth creatures.
It’s nice to be back. As I always state when addressing you all after a prolonged absence; things have been hectic and troublesome for me in previous weeks. Such is the jarring regularity of irksome occurrences, my personal life has descended into an obstacle course in which I need every faculty at my disposal to avoid frequent bouts of madness and frustration. To cut a meandering story short; it has been a tough couple of weeks.
But, hey – you’re not here to read about my problems, nor do you particularly care. You fine folks are here to immerse yourself in Arsenal related offerings. Along with the World Cup, across the glorious Twitterverse much debate rages on about transfers. It’s always bloody transfers, isn’t it? Transfers, transfers, transfers. Bloody transfers. Even that word has become a little annoying, such is the regularity with which my peepers peruse stories of its ilk.
I think I’ll write a little about the World Cup first. It’s been a truly brilliant tournament thus far. I’ve often stated I find international football interminably dull, so the excitement and quality on display in Brazil has been an enormously pleasant surprise. Whether it be the ‘plucky’ exploits of the underdog, the quality of some of the goals – James Rodriguez, take a bow – or the extra-time endeavours, there has been so much to admire and very little to court disgust – aside from the Dutch national team, who seem to have transformed from everyone’s favourite footballing nation as the years have passed to become a reprehensible bunch of c*nts.
A lot has been said regarding England also. They did not acquit themselves with any small semblance of goodness. They were bloody awful; appearing lethargic and disinterested, without any real idea of how to approach games. Perhaps that’s a little harsh, but when the so-called “lesser” footballing nations display such pride and enthusiasm, you’ve a right to question those that represent England.
Catching the attention of Arsenal fans is Alexis Sanchez. If you are inclined to believe any of what is published across the Internet, you’d think it’s a certainty he’ll be wearing the red of Arsenal next season. That’s were the danger I mentioned in the title comes in; I’ve this horrible feeling that this deal is playing out in a manner we’ve seen before, notably last season with Gonzalo Higuain.
For all intents and purposes, it looked dead-set we’d acquire the Argentine forward from Real Madrid, until it all went horribly tits-up absurdly quickly. Even today, reports are suggesting we will announce the double signing of Sanchez and Newcastle’s Mathieu Debuchy. Everyone seems sold on the idea. Except me.
I can’t shake the aforementioned feeling that there a sting in the tail. All the hilarious trolling of Liverpool fans, freshly wounded from Sanchez’s rejection of their Club, might come back to bite us in the arse. Don’t get me wrong, mocking certain elements of Liverpool’s fanbase is a pursuit everyone should try at least once, such is their total lack of anything other than blind allegiance. Like all football teams, Liverpool have a section of silly fans, but occasionally their section seems that extra little bit more moronic.
However, in order to do the mocking, it is usually a wise move to ensure nothing can return to haunt you. In this case, it absolutely can. I sincerely hope my pessimism regarding the deal is just that, as Sanchez is a wonderful player and would be a fabulous signing for us. All things do point towards Arsenal being his chosen destination, but until we see him stood next to Arsene holding an Arsenal shirt, the whole thing could go down the toilet at a moments notice. That would lead to gloating Liverpool fans and that, dear readers, is something I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.
That’s all for today, folks. The comments below await a few of your thoughts, so use ’em to pour your little hearts out. I’ll be aiming to return with greater regularity from this moment forth. I hope you’ll welcome me back with open, as opposed to a disgruntled stance of folded arms as if to say, “James, where the f**k have you been?”.
As always, thanks for reading, you beautiful bastards.