Beef Bagel

So close to the end of the window and yet we find ourselves in some sort of transfer black spot; a vacuum, no more like a serious of whirling transfer eddies where we spin from one rumour to another without anything ever actually getting accomplished.

As soon as the last season closed it was all about bids for Berbatov and Defoe. They pledge their futures to Tottenham, we spin though a few cycles, the sales draw to a close and guess what, it’s back to the same rumours connecting them with Man U and Chelsea & Pompey respectively. The interesting twists come with the offers for the Little Yiddo, if the papers are to believed that is.

One is a swap deal of Jermain for Shaun Phillips, which gathered so much pace it’s required a statement on the Chelsea website to deny it, and the other is the purchase of our fourth front man by Haggling Harry, who’s prepared to sell one goal Nugent to Derby in order to raise the funds. Obviously impressed by the skills of the 22-year-old Desperate Dan-a-like striker.

Personally, it’s the Ronaldinho story that’s got me gripped just now. I’d love to see him play in the Premiership and line up at WHL. I’d also love to see Chelsea stump up the £85m buy out needed to prise away Barca’s best asset. Now that’s more than the Gross Domestic Product of some small countries, Kiribati and Sao Tome & Principe to name but two. I mean, that’s a lot of money to spend on a human being.

If I had that much cash I’m not sure how much satisfaction I would get from that purchase. I could imagine the novelty wearing thin for both of us after the third or fourth time of bringing my drunken mates back to the Bakery and going, ’Oi Ronny, kick a ball around for us.’ Besides I don’t think I could take that goofy stare first thing in the morning when I’m trying to eat my cornflakes and let’s face it, if he did learn English, he’d only complain about the weather.

Now, rumours are rumours, vapid, but if you want the solid stuff it’s standing loud and proud on the Tottenham website. Despite these uncertain days MJ’s favourite, JJ, has committed himself to the club for another five years. Some of you may cry, most of you will cheer but all must see it as a sign of steadiness and unity creeping back into the ranks once more and all in time for Saturday.

I’ll be off to Fulham, along with Oog et al, to sit in the famous Neutral Stand at Craven Cottage and perhaps even catch a glimpse of Prince Kevin who’s rumoured to be getting a look in himself although from a far less neutral stand point I would hope.

Just 48 hours left now and we’ll see what the cat drags in.

“Anybody tells you bagels can’t buy you happiness doesn’t fucking have any.”

The Bagel.

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