Slow old summer, isn’t it? Other than the Confederations Cup, the U21 finals, Wimbledon, the Lions tour and the Ashes, there’s been almost no sport on the telly at all.

We’re now just six days short of the pre-season curtain-raiser at Barnet though. That came round fast.

What kind of a state are Arsenal in? Well, a year more experienced, plus a big-money defensive signing on the books, that’s where. More movement than some clubs, less than others.

Much of the conjecture at the moment surrounds the supposedly imminent departure of Adebayor. Strange one this: the way the worm has turned with Arsenal fans can be put down to an accumulation of a summer trying to make an exit, a questionable workrate and a blunt interview with Football Focus.

He, to defend himself, would doubtless point to 16 goals in an injury-riddled campaign playing for a side that flattered to deceive. And 30 goals the season before that.

Whatever, his Wayne Bridges have definitely been Bernd Shustered.

I’m not suggesting Arsenal shouldn’t appreciate the reality for what it is and move on without him, but I do think that on a purely footballing level, without a replacement we’re a little too eagerly hanging up the bunting to wave him off. Perhaps the issue of a replacement is what makes this a bit thorny. And perhaps any interest in him – as has been the case so far – is something of a smokescreen with the real targets lying elsewhere. We shall see.

I don’t dislike Adebayor at all – life is too short for that – I just think it’s a shame he turned his talent on and off at will last season and lives – like many footballers do – on a different planet to the rest of us.

It did make me laugh a bit to think that a salary of £170,000 a week might be on offer should a move come to pass. If it were true, it sums the crazy state of football up perfectly.

To ‘reward’ Adebayor for scoring 30 goals, Arsenal doubled his salary last summer.

And now, to ‘reward’ him for being 50% as prolific, City intend to double it again.

Half as good – twice as well rewarded.

Now really, what kind of industry does that? In a time when there’s more than a little anecdotal evidence of fans struggling to take the hit of their season tickets, (one of my fellow Twitterers has been offered seven Arsenal season tickets this summer already), and when plenty of grounds have large tranches of seats empty, footballers, their agents and a handful of clubs carry on regardless in pursuit of ever more wealth. How long can this realistically last?

Too deep a question for a Monday night, methinks.