The world is out of kilter and has been for a long time. The draft-dodging buffoon in the White House is hero-worshipping neo-nazis while castigating those who pursue a peaceful path of protest at iniquitous inequality. We mock but the British asylum is over-run by lunatics.
We’re all going to hell in a handcart although I must admit that I’d prefer to play No Deposit Casino Bonus Canada
The stars are so out of alignment that in the 91st minute on Monday night, Kieran Gibbs will score the winner for West Brom; that’s how mad it’s become.
No Arsenal today so the papers sate their desire for clicks with tales of players abandoning ship and even when they can’t, the headlines are shaped to make it seem as if they are. Arsène spoke of Aaron Ramsey as a future Arsenal captain but the back pages have us running scared he will leave on a free transfer.
The club want to begin talks with him and Danny Welbeck to ensure we don’t have a repeat of the coming summer’s fiasco of at least two players walking away on free transfers; three others can do the same but only now is Jack Wilshere vexing minds. Huss Fahmy has a lot of work to do to stop 2019 being more destructive.
Next summer’s transfer budget is largely going to be spent on replacing Alexis and Mesut Özil but offers the opportunity to remodel the squad, shaping it to fit a tactical plan. I’ll leave that hanging there.
Alexis is going to City and this morning, the German will pitch up at Old Trafford to reunite with Jose Mourinho. That’s a move which takes Frank Stapleton’s defection amp, adds in van Persie and turns it up to 11. The self-annointed Chosen One doesn’t want Özil but the prospect of driving Arsène to the edge of despair is too good an opportunity to miss.
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That’s what the media would love to happen anyway. It’s too convenient a plan to happen; football doesn’t work that way, does it…?
The future dominates talk at the moment. It’s only a matter of time before Wenger’s must be decided; leaving it to drag on to the last year of his own contract pushes us back into the shambles of last season. As if we’ve climbed out of the contractual mess.
Jack Wilshere is the latest to feature in the minds of those walking on a free next summer. He is, Arsène contended, “an Arsenal man”. So much so that all mention of the club has been removed from his social media profiles; he’s just a “professional athlete”. Will that be updated next season?
It’s an important year for Wilshere and Theo Walcott. Injuries mean that Wilshere is the forgotten man of international football. If FIFA do suspend Dele Alli then it will be surprising if Gareth Southgate omits him from the next England squad.
With the World Cup next summer that would be the boost Jack needs. His performance against Doncaster was the only positive from the evening aside from the result. Inclusion in the squads for next week’s matches – pprobably starting in Barysaw – will help his cause.
I am not sure the same can be said of Theo Walcott. It seems to me that his England ship has sailed. Reduced to the bench, it was telling that no serious bid was received last summer. West Ham United were previously linked with him but nothing came of that.
His Name is Theo and He Dances In The Sand
Certainly it’s hard to see him fitting into the 3-4-3 at the moment. Maybe without Alexis and Özil it’s more obvious that he is a first team player. With the current squad, I’d say he probably is in that scenario but then next summer is a different matter, depending on who is signed.
It’s a tricky business for the player as well. Wenger said that he comes into training, “doesn’t say a word” – which I interpret as not complaining rather than sulking – and works hard. No doubt he ponders his future at times but otherwise is a good lad. It will be telling to see when (if) we start contract negotiations with Team Walcott.
Is this going to be a career we look back at and think it should have been so much more? I think so. Injuries is a factor you can’t ignore but it strikes me that he won’t be feeling ‘fulfilled’ by how its’ panned out. Not bitter as such but just some kind of emptiness, a little bit hollow in parts.