So it looks as though Barcelona’s interest in Alex Song is real.
It’s not so much that they want him as a girlfriend – the one they really want to settle down with is Javi Martinez – it’s that having watched him flash a little teat they’ve decided he might be worth a one night stand.
Of course they’ve been here before. They took Emmanuel Petit for a spin; they even dimmed the lights and got jiggy with Alex Hleb. Now, with last orders nearly upon them, they’ve had a look around and decided that the Cameroon midfielder is the best of what is left in the bar.
Does Song mind? Does he fuck…he thinks he’s about to get loaded. So rich in fact that he’s actually excited by the curb crawling morons who’ve turned off the headlights and are wolf whistling in his direction.
First there were the sycophantic words of the grubby Sergio Busquets, next up it’s Andres Iniesta trying not to gag on his own drool.
“I know Song from seeing him play, and from playing against him,” he said with eyes lustfully widening. “Technically he is very good and is also very strong physically too.”
“If he comes it would be because he has the qualities to play here, there is little doubt about that, and we’d welcome him.”
It seems a sad state of affairs that a player who was utterly abject when he first started at the Emirates appears happy to sever relations with the one man who believed in him.
Wenger has yet to go on record about the matter, but it doesn’t take a genius to suspect that he’s probably fed up to the back teeth with agents pimping out his players in the hope of lining their pockets as quickly as possible.
What will become of Song? Who knows and frankly who cares? If he leaves for Barcelona there’s a fair chance he’ll be relegated to the bench, get frustrated, spend most of his contract on loan and end up plying his trade in some mid-table Euro backwater. But at least he’ll be rich for a while…