Our new shirt comes out on 22 June, and to whet our appetites (presumably that’s the reason), a new pic has come out of Henry modelling it. I know it’s the colour we wore in 1913 or whenever it was, but funnily enough, as creaky and as ancient as I sometimes feel, I wasn’t around then, and it doesn’t feel quite right. I just look at it and I think: Burnley. I’m sure I’ll get used to it. But I’m not yet. Redcurrant is for Ribena.
In transfer tittle-tattle, more hints about Reyes’s departure abound this morning – £10m is the latest figure being thrown around – and I have to say, as long as we get what we paid for him (I think it was initially £11m), then nobody can really complain. If he ain’t happy, he ain’t happy, and there’s not much we can do about that. We’ll need someone fast, skilful and able to play on the wing or up front to replace him, with the added stipulation that he must not mind the odd snow shower in June, or summer’s days wearing jumpers. The ability to converse in English might help – though then again, it never harmed Robert Pires to pretend he was still in Paris.
There’s also talk that Chelski are negotiating with the exotically named Kaka – a left-back – which would signal that the Cole sniffing is off. To be honest, even if he had wanted to go there – and it’s pure conjecture – I don’t think Arsenal would have countenanced such a move. Spain or Italy, sure, but not to one of your biggest rivals.
Congratulations, naturally, must go to Liverpool for their defeat of Chelski last night. Our friends from south London looked tired and lacked the punch of recent months, and paid the price. I don’t know many gooners – none, is the figure that comes to mind – who wanted Chelski to win. No offence of course, Blues fans, but would you support Arsenal under similar circumstances? No, quite. And then there’s the delicious irony of the ‘goal’ being given by a man named Roman. Anyway, they’ll have to settle for the title and the C-Cup – quite a nice consolation really.