The Van Persie "saga" is, apart from being inevitable, a hugely entertaining demonstration of the sheer hypocrisy that abounds in the world of the EPL and indeed in the world full stop.
On the one hand are the droves of outraged fans who fantasize about professional footballers actually giving two hoots about them or the clubs that pay their wages.
This is where the problem starts. The players don't give two hoots about you. A professional footballer's numero-uno priority is looking after numero uno. That means ensuring that, at the end of his extremely short and precarious career, he has the maximum amount of cash in the bank to last the 50 years he will have to live doing adverts for Walkers crisps (if he is lucky).
Because let's be real here, once the likes of RVP and Nasri can no longer cut it as professional footballers, what on earth are they really going to do to earn a living? Deliver pizza?
This is where the hypocrisy really starts: what do you expect of these people? A sudden Eduardo-type injury, a loss of form or the emergence of some skillful whippersnapper almost instantly consigning a professional footballer to the exit door and the derision of the very fans who demand loyalty the other way round?
Why should Alex Song harbour any loyalty to a bunch of fans who booed his every touch a few seasons ago?
These professionals know that they are only as good as their last performance and that one can go from hero to zero in almost an instant.
The hypocrisy continues when it comes to one's own career; is there anybody packing the shelves at Tesco who would hesitate in moving to Safeway for £2 per hour more?
Of course, footballers are ridiculously well-paid—indeed, grotesquely so. However, they are as human as the rest of us and if anybody really thinks that they would not move jobs where all you had to do the same thing to earn double is living in la la land.
But what really makes the RVP thing so entertaining is the attempt by the player (and his agent, no doubt) to try to retain some sort of noble high ground—as if its not about the money.
Who does he think he is kidding? Why can't he just be honest and come out and say that he has about four years left to earn enough to keep him and his family going for the rest of his and their lives and, frankly, Man City can pay a £250,000 per month more towards that natural aim than Arsenal?
So we end up with some sanctimonious nonsense about the direction of the club—as if the mere ability to stick a football in between two goalposts qualifies RVP for some Harvard Business Degree understanding of running a football club in 2012.
The bloke can score goals. Apart from that, he is no different from the man who delivers your or my pizza.
It's only about money, nothing else...and Arsenal will only keep their top players when they are able to pay what Man City can. Until then, get used to seeing the annual exodus.