You ever watch old detective movies? One of my all-time favourites – oddly enough – is a yarn in that mould but from the genre of science fiction. Alex Proyas’ Dark City is a brilliant, brilliant film and one I’ve loved for some years. It’s greatest strength is it so beautifully merged two genres and kept what is important from both.
I watched it again last night and halfway through I found myself wandering mentally from the images onscreen to Arsenal matters. Kim Kallstrom’s addition to the squad baffles me. It has done since the day it was annouced. Like a good old detective yarn, I cannot stop thinking about why it’s happened and whether or not there might be some uncovered plot none of us are aware of.
Note: (I’m tired. I don’t really know what I’m talking about)
When we signed Mr Kallstrom it was to cover – presumably – for the current absentees in our midfield. That is at least how I understood it. Then the bombshell of his injury was dropped on us. Not only did he arrive at the club with a back problem, Arsene knew about it. Perhaps he was unaware of the severity of Kim’s ailment. Perhaps. Yet he saw fit to take the risk on someone who wouldn’t be able to play whilst Flamini is suspended and Ramsey and Wilshere injured.
That I do not understand. We hardly have a paucity of options in midfield when all are present and correct. Far from it, as a matter of fact. A short-term loan for an experienced player was for cover. Right? Why bring him in at a point where he would be unable to do that? With a fully fit midfield, I don’t really see him getting many games when he returns.
It’s bothering me now as I write this. I assume there’s more. Perhaps there’s a shady figure lurking in the background, an as-yet unmasked individual, concocting a devious master plan that involves deploying Kallstrom at the most opportune of moments. We’re all being kept in the dark, scratching our heads whilst the pieces fall into place around us.
It could be a disgruntled wife, a rabidly enthusiastic fan or a long-lost relative of Ivan Gazidis using Arsene, under duress, as a puppet in his devious scheme. It could be someone hiding in plain sight – the last person we’d expect to be cunning. Perhaps Stan Kroenke is Keyser Soze. I just don’t know, boys ‘n’ girls. What I am certain of is that there is plenty more of this story to come. Revelations and such. When that day comes, like any good detective flick, we’ll probably all be taken aback at just how easily we were fooled and sucked it by it all.
That’s just the enthusiast for detective movies in me talking. The Gooner in me is now telling that side of my personality to be quiet. There’s bound to be a logical, football reason for this – one which we may not know but Arsene does. The Manager does like to have a wild punt from time to time and the risk, given the fact Spartak Moscow still pay his wages for the first 6 weeks, is minimal. Maybe it makes sense to everyone but me. I’m currently scribing this in some bizarre state of somnambulism which isn’t known to aid one’s thought process.
Note: (I’m that tired, I’ve actually nodded off sat in front of my Mac midway through this)
Time to finish up. You’ll have to excuse this post. I like to write whatever comes off the top of my head when it’s a slow news day. As the hours edge toward Saturday’s big game at Anfield, things will begin to get a little more interesting. Until then, those of you that frequent this site might have to endure a few more posts like today. God bless those of you that keep coming back.
That’s all for now. The comments are below. Tell me what exactly you think of the Arsenal/Kallstrom situation. Are you as baffled as me or do you think you know the reasons behind the deal? Let me know.
As always; thanks for reading, you beautiful bastards.
Note: (I’m going back to bed now)