Pre-season quiet time

It's a very quiet day today.

I could mention Hleb and his comments which are complimentary to Arsene Wenger but most disrespectful towards Arsenal but I'm not going to. I think it's been made very clear than Hleb is a dolphin loving cunt and frankly he doesn't merit any more time on this blog.

Meanwhile, according to The Sun, Emmanuel Adeabayor has told a team mate:

I’m not sure if I’m going to leave now

Well that certainly makes things awkward for him. When you consider previous quotes saying how we had to give in to his 'demands' or he'd leave it's a bit unfortunate to discover that not only is he a loudmouthed, greedy twat he's not a man of his word. I fully expected him to leave whether he'd found a new club or not. It would be the only decent thing to do.

'Give me my demands'.

'No'.

'Well then you leave me no choice'.

And off he would go with a battered holdall thrown over his shoulder and nobody would ever see him again. Or if they did see him again it would only be as he trudged away into the sunset with the really sad music from the Incredible Hulk TV series playing.

The boss confirmed yesterday that Eduardo would be back for the Emirates Cup but only as spectator. He's continuing his rehabilitation in Brazil, I think, and it's anybody's guess how long it'll take him to make his comeback. He also confirmed he was looking for a midfielder but then we knew that already.

There was some further bad news from the training camp last night when it emerged that Samir Nasri has been diagnosed with the bubonic plague. Apparently he picked it up from his pet rat 'Alex' that he brought with him through customs without the appropriate quarantine. There were also unconfirmed reports that Robin van Persie has the Ebola virus, Denilson suffered a massive dropsy while Emmanuel Eboue caught spina bifida from an elf in the forest.

We really are in a fucking crisis, let me tell you.

Right so, have yourselves a good Thursday. More, and an Arsecast (probably), tomorrow.