Another week rolls by, free of blog entries. Iâ€™ll happily admit I really have struggled to inspire myself to write much this summer. In June & July of 2009 – the last football-free summer – I blogged 14 times. This year there have been just six posts in the same period. And all this despite having more time this summer to ferret away in Google Docs than Iâ€™ve had in a pretty long while.
Is it a lingering apathy stretching back months – a groundhog summer weariness? Perhaps itâ€™s the lack of transfers to date, having been promised fireworks (or at least, thatâ€™s how my desperate mind interpreted it)? Or is it the sheer numbing dullness of the Cesc and Nasri flirtations? You know what: I am so bored of those two sagas Iâ€™d happily see them both offloaded. Iâ€™m a sympathetic sort of bloke as a rule, but I am bored witless of it all.
Yes, I know it would blow a craterous hole in our creativity and experience – Fabregas is a bloody genius – and that selling one or both creates as many problems as it solves, but how can there be any kind of squad cohesion with two wantaway players flicking bits of rubber with rulers at the professor from the back of the class?
I know itâ€™s more complicated than that and that everything, across Europe, is dependent on dozens of variables. If A moves here, I can bid for B, but X wonâ€™t come unless Y has gone to Z, and so on and so forth. Itâ€™s like a giant house of cards. The question is, would Cesc and/or Nasriâ€™s departure set the whole thing off? It surely would.
But Iâ€™m wary of declaring that – finally – something appears to be giving. Thereâ€™s a feeling, based entirely on my observing the skittishness of both Twitter and NewsNow, that the Fabregas deal might be edging closer – though Iâ€™ve seen faster glaciers – and who knows whether the Mata rumours will come to owt or not, but the possibility is being strongly peddled all over the place at the moment.
Bendtner appears closer to a move. Almuniaâ€™s still in the window of the local Barnardos charity shop. I walk past him every day. Â£2 (on the plus side, if you are a UK taxpayer you can do Gift Aid).
Anyway, back to Cesc & Nasri. It would be nice if the smoke cleared, decisively and finally, but I’d go purple if I held my breath. So until then, I’ll just have to carry on inhaling and exhaling as normal.
But I do wish, somehow or other, that someone, somewhere would put a stop to it.