Hello all, and sorry for the dearth of posting. I have been playing doctors and nurses, well mainly nurses actually, but enough of my character defects.
In all honesty there has been precious little to comment on because the speculation is rife, and most of it is contemptible.
On Sunday it will be four weeks since I saw the Arsenal, and the withdrawal symptoms are starting to kick in. I miss seeing Bacary Sagna running out looking like he has spent a hard morning painting ceilings.
I miss watching Gael Clichy impersonating the sixth former who has been picked to play against the masters, and who is determined to expose their lack of pace and ability.
I miss watching Cesc dictating the pace and direction of the game in the centre of the park. I yearn to see once more that run by Theo to set up the goal at Anfield that took us within six minutes of a Champions League semi-final.
I so much want to see Ade smiling and laughing as he dances his way to another thirty goal haul, which hopefully will include another clincher against Milan in the San Siro, just to show them what they will be missing.
Then there are those I will miss seeing, to a greater or lesser degree. Jens departure was as inevitable as it was sad. Another of the invincibles has moved on, and does so with our best wishes and gratitude.
Then there is Emmanuel E-bay-e. Like so many purchases from the internet auction site he is useless in the box, and works only fitfully and temperamentally out of it. His new listing warns he is only available for the next 85 days, 17 hours and 21 minutes.
Are you watching Barca?
Have a great weekend all, even if there is nothing to do.
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