A very good afternoon to you all – I’ve been away for a few days, and very nice it was too.
I saw Patrick Vieira training today on the box – only he appeared to be wearing a strange black and white shirt. Evidently, it’s going to take some time to get used to his departure, but onwards and upwards we shall go.
But before we can go onwards, or upwards even, we’ll need a few new faces to replace those who have gone. Of which there are, as yet, no sign.
There has been plenty of talk (maybe too much talk, as Bono might have said), that it’s merely a matter of time before Baptiste comes on board, but now we’re hearing that our underachieving chums up the road have lodged a higher bid of €20m. The cynic in me suggests that it’s a ploy to make us cough up more, but funnier things have happened, I suppose. Would he go somewhere where he won’t play European football?
Wenger’s not been dilly-dallying though, of that we can be sure. He’s tied Reyes and Clichy down to mammoth new deals, and even our erstwhile public enemy number one (number three) has agreed a one-year extension to his deal, which will pay him some £70,000 a week, or put another way, £10,000 a week more than we refused to pay him before. How about that then? How does that one work?
It’s only a one-year extension, and a lot’s been said about that, with talk that he may be sold (or ask to leave) next summer, at which point we’d still get a good salary for him and he’d be in a strong position to earn as much money as he could possibly ever want. Again though, a year’s a long time in football, and he could just as easily be as happy as punch come 2006 as he could be miserable and desperate to leave.
Just saw Chelski’s new £21m acquisition waltz into their ground with Arsenal’s top goalscorer and a former Spuds defender Mitch Thomas (his agent) in tow. There’s something wrong with that mental image, I tell you.