Friday, 10 October 08, 10:53 AM · Comments(0)
Today is one of those days when I seem to have a vague sense of anxiety about something. I don’t know what I am worried about or even if there is anything to actually worry about. Have I forgotten something important at work? Was I meant to do something critical? Who knows? Maybe I am worried about the 10% drop in the value of the FTSE this morning… or maybe my slight hangover from too many ales last night has left me feeling raw?! Whatever the reason, I can categorically state that the reason for my nervousness today isn’t that Captain Gallas is injured. This is one of those weird times when injury news is a good thing, although he might be fit by the end of the international break. Surprise Surprise his injury is reported to be ‘thigh’, a recurrence of the mysterious thigh malady that is the curse of our squad.
Super quick news summary: Almunia shouldn’t play for England – no sh!t, he’s Spanish. Fabianski feels sorry for Rosicky – aaaaar that’s nice isn’t it. Redknapp says he hasn’t got a hope in hell of signing Traore permanently – of course he hasn’t, why has this even made the news? Pires wants Wenger to take over from Domenech - great, No Pires! Stop mentioning that sort of thing, we need Mr Wenger to stay forever and don’t want him sodding off to France!
Actually the last point is of some interest because Traore has been playing excellently for Portsmouth since his season long loan move. It bodes well for us. The loan system is an excellent idea – Traore, hopefully, will have a whole season of premiership football under his belt when he comes back next year and will have benefited from the wise tutelage of Tony Adams. Maybe, just maybe, we’ll get a player back from loan that understands how to defend. Or maybe, Tony will infuse him with a love for Jazz Flute and Chaucer.
Tomorrow England play Kazakhstan in a World Cup Qualifier. Clearly a game that England must win. All eyes will be on the wee lad Theo Walcott, the pressure is on for him to produce another spectacular, the nation expects it. Of course, a player, particularly a young one like Theo, can’t score a hat-trick every time they play. His elevation to national hero has been meteoric and one can’t help but feel that it has happened too soon, that he isn’t quite there yet, and that a demanding public are clamouring for too much too soon. Alternatively, Theo may go out there tomorrow and score another hat-trick! As long as he doesn’t get injured!
When I got home from the pub last night, my housemate was watching the 1960s Star Trek and in my drunken stupor I was struck by a moment of clarity - when the unthinkable happens and Wenger leaves the Arsenal we should get William Shatner to be the new boss. His half time team talks would be something to behold! His intonation would inspire the players, he’s used to working with a multi-cultural team and the Emirates looks like a spaceship… andway, it’s food for thought.
On Arshav-IN?