MORNING! Shocker eh? So early…
Yet more high profile spankings dished out yesterday, this time, Germany took down Portugal… the England of the latino countries. They beat them 4-0. Quite embarrassing how easily they delivered the defeat. Thomas Mueller stealing the show. The scruffiest footballer of them all. He literally looks like he’s rolled out of bed, had his football gear thrown at him… and then he bags a few goals without ever looking like he’s stepped out of second gear.
Rapha Honigstein said he doesn’t score goals, he steals them. I like that line. What I’d do to have him in our side.
I’d eat a live chicken. That’s what I’d do for Mueller.
So what else do I have to bitch about today?
Injuries. How about all those injuries. Proper sad moment when we lost the precocious talent of Jose Altidore to a hamstring injury, we lost Rues in the training camp, Ronaldo picked up a knock, Hummels, Hulk, Eto’o, Toure… GARY LEWIN FOR PETE’S SAKE.
What’s going on?
I have no idea. However, I’d guess that a seasons load on a player, plus the travel, plus the fatigue inducing heat is having a bad affect on players. It’s all part of being a football player I guess, but these World Cups are going to leave a lot of players in bad shape for next season. Not that FIFA will care, they’ve put on a great show. The only people who will care are clubs… because their assets will be ruined for the start of the year.
In other news, John Cross is suggesting that Arsenal are going to propose a swap deal with Cleverley.
Do. Me. A. Favour.
Quite possibly the most horrendous story of the summer. It’s almost spiteful. Surely, just surely, if Arsenal were in for a player like Cleverley, they’d have gone for Cesc. If we opt for Cleverley, it’ll prove once an for all that Arsene has lost his mind. A totally ridiculous suggestion. One so appalling, I think I’ve just messed myself in my plane seat sat next to a random. He’s not happy, but I’ve explained the deal and I think he too has messed himself… he doesn’t even like football apparently.
Anyway, hopefully that’s a crock of pony.
There are light whisperings of Mario to Arsenal. I can’t say I’ve heard anything about that. Which is a real shame. I wish I’d been told we were in for the Italian. That’d make my damn week. No, it’d make my damn year. We deserve that man in our side. He’d be perfect in a totally mental kind of way… you know, like when you’re walking down the road and a crazy homeless person rides past on a stolen bicycle singing Bob Marley – No Woman No Cry (happened two days ago).
I need that crazy moment. Not Tom Cleverley. That’s like the time you grab the handrail on the tube and you feel instantly that someone has sneezed on it.
Right, short post today because I’m in Cannes acting the big shot marketing melt in a messed pair of cream chinos. Just got to remember to say ‘real time marketing’ or ‘the share economy is where it’s heading’ whenever someone says hello.
Have a mighty fine day! x