Typing the title for today raised a chuckle. It is with sincerity I hope that somewhere out there resides an American military strategist by the name “General Waffles”.
You’ve got to remain upbeat and laugh about things, don’t you? Seemingly not if you’re a fan of Liverpool. They’re a touchy bunch at the best of times, drastically more so if their star player, one whom they have stoutly defended in the past, looks eager to move on. Things can get incandescent and nasty if his destination is a rival team.
To an extent, the frustration and anger is understandable. The feeling of desperation and fury when a revered figure of your beloved team looks set to besmirch his reputation by forcing a move elsewhere is not something unfamiliar to Arsenal fans. We’ve all felt it in some way in the past.
Yet – and I speak only for myself – the urge to plaster blogs and websites with hilariously misplaced rage and ill-thought notions is not a desire that has ever overwhelmed me. That RAWK forum must be in censorship overdrive…
The little news available for digestion today surrounds Gonzalo Higuain. A player who took part in many imaginary medicals at The Emirates has now, it would appear, completed a legitimate one with Napoli. The Italian side have their bank balance boosted by (lots of Bs…) the sale of Edinson Cavani and have moved quickly to replace him, refusing to baulk at Real Madrid’s asking price – inflated, unjust or otherwise.
It all seems so simple when other teams sign players. Perhaps it’s because I’m not embroiled in the epic sagas surrounding their acquisitions, but it would appear everyone else acquires players with minimal fuss whilst Arsenal dither about over the most inane of things.
That may very well not be the case. My limited insider knowledge doesn’t afford me the luxury of knowing precisely how we conduct business. Dick Law could be a master tactician, cunningly waiting for the opportune moment to pounce when all around him are losing their heads. Or, alternatively, he could be a bumbling, senile lummox with the business and negotiating savvy of a plate of dead animals.
There’s no way of being certain. I just wish Arsenal would get a move on. The occasional bout of panic sweeps over me when I witness targets once described as certainties move elsewhere. The potential for our summer dealings being an unmitigated disaster is undeniable, and the Suarez deal is certain to rumble interminably, with resolution only peeking over the horizon some way into August.
At this stage, there is no reason for concern. But as each day passes, we get a little closer to the point where it won’t be unreasonable to question what’s going on. If, say, we get to The Emirates Cup without having added to the squad, then it will be increasingly difficult for me – and, I imagine, other bloggers – to remain cheery and positive in our outlook.
That’s all for today folks. I must leave you now and use this morning to plan for my debut podcast appearance on A Bergkamp Wonderland. I spoke with the guys last night for a brief sound check, and it’s shaping up to be an interesting and enjoyable couple of hours of debate. I’ll post the link tomorrow so you can all hear my dulcet tones and views on the Luis Suarez situation.
In the meantime, be sure to head to the comments and pop down a few of your views in writing. With many of you returning to contribute, it’s increasingly pleasant to swing by on occasion and interact with the folks without whom this blog would just be me talking to myself.
As always: thanks for listening, you beautiful bastards.