It’s pissy and rainy outside. British weather, aye? Where has the summer gone? Bloody typical, it is…
It’s a damning insight into the lack of Arsenal news that I’ve to begin a post with something as inane as weather chatter. There is little or nothing new to report today.
The only bit of fairly interesting news is Mathieu Flamini’s release from AC Milan. I liked Flamini. He secured a place in my heart during our run to the Champions League final when he excelled covering at left-back. After that, we nearly dumped him off to Birmingham, but he stayed on to eventually have an excellent season in his natural position in the midfield alongside Cesc.
That final year, he was brilliant. Of course, he rather spoilt all that by deciding to bugger off to AC Milan, but I’d be telling fibs if I said there isn’t a little candle still burning in my heart for him. So now, the question is; would you have him back?
My honest answer is no. We wouldn’t need him. If we strengthen his area of expertise, I’d be a great deal happier if it was Yann M’Vila. Granted, I do feel he is a better combative player than Alex Song, but sometimes it really isn’t wise to go back to your old stomping ground – especially if your departure left a bitter taste in the mouth. I’ve a sneaky suspicion he might end up in the Premiership, though – not Spurs after that horror tackle…
Elsewhere, as we wait eagerly for transfer news to break – all is quiet and serene. There are no massive, spectacular deals or explosive rumours to send chatterboxes into verbal overdrive. The Goonerverse remains an eerie place of silence. Robin hasn’t declared his undying love for Arsenal and signed a new 5-year contract, Giroud is no more an official Arsenal player than I am, and the story about a “%99 done” deal for M’Vila languishes in the drawer marked ‘okay, someone has their facts wrong’.
With that lack of delicious Arsenal goodness, my thoughts have turned to the England game on Sunday. What the hell has happened to me? Not only am I looking forward to it, I’m starting to feel that unmistakable jangled belly you’d associate with pre-game nerves. I’m not at the point where I’ll be painting my face as St George’s cross, or drunkenly bellowing, “ENG-ER-LAND, ENG-ER-LAND” as I shamble down my local street. However, there is hope brewing within me, and I will be supporting the team as best I can – I’ll have to focus a large percentage of my efforts on ignoring the fact John Terry is there.
Just goes to show I was being a bit of a miserable sod when I said I wasn’t all that interested.
I think that’ll do for today folks. Scrumptious pie and chips awaits me, as does tonight’s quarter-final. I hope you’ll leave a comment with your views on either England or Flamini. I’ll look forward to reading them.
Thanks for reading, you beautiful bastards. I love each and every one of you.