It’s Wednesday… the halfway point in the working week. The day that can lead to a broken Friday. If you start boozing today, you’ll feel terrible tomorrow so you’ll go for more beers on Thursday. Then Friday lands.
‘Well jeez Hank, you’d best make sure you’re not going home at 6, it’s Beerday afternoon and we have you 7 beers ready’
More beers ensue.
Strategically, this is an important day if you’re planning on having a decent Saturday.
It’s even more important for me these days because Arsenal games are so much earlier. The Watford game this weekend is a pretty late one at 1230! Imagine that, the late kick off being at 1230.
Anyway, think before you drink.
So first on the topic board this morning is the demise of Robin Van Persie. Part of me is a bit like… well, he left us to win the Premier League and he won the Premier League. Part of me thinks that the short term shot in the arm of glory sometimes isn’t worth it.
Now, rose tinted spectacles here. My view is that we could have won the league had Robin stayed on that summer and played for us. He was that gifted. That special. We were on the way up as well (rose tinted?). With him in the side, maybe we’d have attracted better talent. Had a better run etc. He was a one man team. He one man teamed for the enemy.
On a personal level. He’d have been captain for us. He’d have won a couple of FA Cups for sure, because that happened and nothing would change that in my time machine. He’d still be with us. He’d still be relatively important in the same way Thierry kind of was (we’d have a better team, so less scowls). He’d be a legend of the club. He’d be revered by fans of all clubs. He’d be happy right now.
As it panned out. It was suspected he preserved himself under Moyes to have a great World Cup. Holland didn’t have a great World Cup that he captained. He came back to United. LVG hated him, he hated LVG.
Then, inexplicably, a player of that talent gets shipped off to Turkey? When you’re that good, you don’t need to be worry about pensions because you earned all the cash already? How did he end up there at 31? Surely there was another team in the league who’d have taken him?
Anyway, shock horror. He hates it in Turkey. His public displays of disdain are embarrassing. BUT, even better, he dropped an own goal of hilarious gaffness yesterday. This goal has knocked Holland out of the Euros, so it’s kind of like he’s gone from hero, to Gareth Southgate like zero with one shocking header. He’s also rumoured to have had a pre-match bust up with Depay, which always makes the hate more intense.
What’s worth more in life, a Premier League trophy and eternal hatred as a player and a man? Or sticking it out, becoming a legend and not being hated because you’re perceived as a nice guy.
Amazing how small decisions around greed can impact your life so drastically.
Glory comes in all shapes and sizes. Robin maybe shot for the wrong type.
What do you think?