The good news this morning is that it seems certain that Cesc Fabregas is staying at Arsenal. He pitched up at Member’s Day yesterday, and he apparently had a chat with Wenger during which he confirmed that for the next season at least, he’s going nowhere.
Great news, in fact. He’s a once-in-a-generation footballer. He’s that good.
But honestly, when football becomes a soap opera I despair.
Yesterday everyone was hanging on his gestures, his smiles, who he was training with. Twitter was abuzz. I’m pretty sure there was a tweet from somewhere supposedly reputable saying he hadn’t shown up for the team photo, only for him to show up for the team photo.
We were hanging on his every word.
Except hold on, because he hasn’t said any words, has he? He’s said a big fat nada all summer in public. He clearly has his reasons for keeping mum but the problem with that is it’s turned everyone into frenzied lunatics. I doubt I am the only one who is desperate for him put this whole fandango to bed by simply opening his mouth. Personally, I think he needs to. “Yes, I admit I was keen to move to Barcelona. But it’s not happening, I’m staying and I’m committed”. That would do me.
There are those who think he doesn’t need to say anything but I think now is the time to do just that. Firstly it would be a fillip – as it was when Torres publicly stated he was staying at Liverpool. And secondly, it might just – heaven forbid – put an end to the drip-drip Cesc-to-Barca stories that quite frankly are driving me insane.
You see, as if by magic there’s another one this morning saying the Catalan club are reportedly coming back with an improved €42m offer.
Thirdly, and most importantly, it’s time for the focus to shift to the team, the preparation, the season ahead, and nothing else.
And that’s exactly what Cesc has done with this statement, and not a moment too soon. An honest admission that his head was turned, but a commitment to give it his all this season. Saga over (until next time, eh…)