It’s been almost an entire week since we’ve talked about Ashley Cole, which is not bad going is it? That’s because he’s been gadding about somewhere hot, and proposing to his now affianced, Cheryl. I look forward to the article in Hello Magazine already. I don’t know whether this is true, but I seem to recall reading that both Cole and all the girls of whatever band it is she is in, live in the same place – a former sanatorium near where I live. Rather apt, no?
I don’t mean it, really I don’t. Besides, blind optimist Arsène Wenger reckons the next trick is to turn relationships round with Cole and Arsenal, and get him on board for the long haul.
“We must make sure he’s back with us with full commitment and complete focus on success,” said the boss in the Sun. “That’s our challenge and I am confident we can do that. We will try to extend his contract. People forget the whole story only began because we tried to extend his contract – that’s what we wanted to do in the first place”.
I think my opinion has swayed here and there throughout this ordeal, but the general gist of it has not altered too much: If he wants to stay and is prepared to admit that what he did was wrong, then let bygones be bygones. He is, after all, a superb player, and an English one at that, of which we have few. But if even 10% of him wants to leave – and that includes being not prepared to sign a new deal – then we should cash in before his value drops too much. If he runs his deal down so he’s only got one year left, then he’s got us right by the short and curlies. The End.
Green at the Gilles
Gilles Grimandi – now there was a player. According to Arsenal.com, it was eight years ago today that the legendary Frenchman – up there with Serge Gainsbourg and the bloke who invented the Citroen DS in my estimation – joined Arsenal. The number 18 was a Jacques of all trades, a no-nonsense player whether he slotted in at centre-back or in the midfield. What’s he up to now? He still has a page on Icons.com, but it hasn’t been updated for seventeen months, at which point he was the general manager of Valence. Has he still got his curly mop-top I wonder? There are plenty of questions to be answered.