So apparently Wenger has been "caught napping," with Manchester City nabbing Gareth Barry from under our noses, for what seems a reasonably-priced £12 million. There is endless talk (all rubbish mind you) of Cesc being flogged off back to his home town, with Real and even Chelsea waiting in the wings.
Highlighting just what a load of tosh that is, Liverpoollooking set to flex their muscles and fight for Valencia's dynamic duo of Davids, Villa and Silva, and of course, there is Ricardo Izecson dos Santos Leite, Kaka to you and me (I still don't get how Brazilian names work), off to Perez's new Real revolution for a smart world-record of £50 million plus.
Jealous? I know I bloody am!
Hello again by the way. Since our Champions League abjection, many things have happened, many views that I had wished to air with you, without quite getting the chance.
We had an arguably even more crushing display against our dearest London friends from Russia, and all surely cheered Barcelona to victory against our frequent usurpers at home and abroad (and then jeered, looking on green with envy as Thierry had that big cup over his head—if ONLY he put that one-on-one away against Valdes in Paris, well that's what I was thinking).
Then we were again honorary supporters, that time in the form of Everton on Cup Final day, with the realisation by the end of it that you can't have everything in life can you?
Well, as Gooners, we know that more than most, the fact that our end-of-season trophy hopes have rested on rooting for others against our "enemies" being a case-in-point!
But back to the business of the silly season, and the confirmation that the transfer window is well and truly open with the news that Gareth Barry had gone to City. Not much speculation, no build-up. Simple.
Before leaving for the hospital for an exciting (not) on-call on the wards, I'd read that he was "in talks" with City, thinking, isn't that all what City do, talk the talk and not walk the walk? However, on returning home some six hours later it had happened, my flatmate dropping it on me like the bombshell it was!
It would be interesting to know what many other Gooners far-and-wide think of this today as, at the time of writing, Barry is about to post an open letter of "apology" to the Villa fans, who have certainly made their views clear on their once-hero-turned-villain (pardon the pun)!
Interesting to point out though, Barry's insistence over the last twelve months on joining a Club which graces regular Champions League football and fights for honours. And what does he do—go to a team not even in the Europa League, unlike his old team who made him into the player he is today. Stinks of money-grabbing, insolent, insulting greed, doesn't it?
With one move Barry has villified himself to pretty much all Villa fans and many other true football supporters, myself included. Not that he will care one jot with his double-your-money £100,000 a week package and a £6 million signing-on fee up at City.
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