And a very fine – well, wet, so not that fine – morning to you all.
Apart from a worrying overnight moment when I woke up and was unable to name either the players or the score of our last ever game at Highbury (thinking about football is always preferable to counting sheep), all is well in RotorGoat Towers.
Now, you either pass these weeks complaining about how little there is to write about or you disappear for a bit. I opted for the latter.
Few snippets this morning though. Theo Mini-Henry scored twice for the England u21s last night with his rocket-powered boots, and if you haven’t seen them (the goals that is, not the boots), I recommend you switch on Sky Sports News and do so. That boy is chuffing quick.
And Arsenal’s wage-bill is in the news – well it was on the back of the Standard last night – rising as it has by the GDP of a small Latin American country. I’m guessing that this has happened in line with projected rises in matchday income. Besides, you’ve got to pay Thierry Henry somehow, haven’t you?
And Wenger’s on the warpath too, railing against international managers again, whose treatment of Arsenal’s – all clubs’ – stars is, in his opinion, “like taking the car from his garage without even asking his permission. They’ll then use his car for ten days and abandon it in a field without any petrol left in the tank.
“We then have to recover it, but it is broken down. Then, a month later, they’ll come to take your car again — and for good measure you’re expected to be nice about it.”
He does of course have a point – Senderos and Clichy both picked up their long-term injuries with their national sides, Gilberto often doesn’t get back from Brazil duty until Friday afternoons, and so it goes on. And am I right in thinking Ljungberg’s got himself crocked again playing for Sweden?
My main problem with international football is that England have not been good to watch for years. My club side, on the other hand, offers proper entertainment, which is why I’m more excited about Saturday than I am about tonight.
Ta-ta.
