Thing is, football is like that. You set your heart on someone, and then you get your heart broken.
Today sees the departure of our young Giuseppe Rossi to Villarreal for “an undisclosed fee” believed to be £6.7 million. In this case, “undisclosed fee” should be taken to read “at least more than the £6 million that Parma offered and with a sell-on clause which guarantees United 50% of any subsequent future transfer”. Imagine if United had inserted a similar clause on Diego Forlan’s transfer. £3 million worth of Premiership super-sub to £14 million worth of La Liga superstar in barely 2 years.
With Rossi, it was always going to be a struggle – not because of his abundant talents, nor of the developed players higher up the evolutionary chain but due to a strange abberation that United hardly ever seems able to produce a genuine goal-scorer from within their ranks.
So anyway, good-bye Giuseppe. All the best to you.
The other thing about women and football is the “I’ve shagged you. and now I’m gonna shag your Dirty Neighbour” shennanigans. That’s right: it’s the Heinze Affair. As if wanting to move to Scouse-land isn’t bad enough, our former Childhood Sweetheart and Girl Next Door has taken the extraodrinary step of hiring Dirty-lawyers in order to extricate herself from this common law marriage.
Just so you know, Gabby, this is no Peter Kenyon you’re dealing with. The BBC reports that
Gill says that prior to Liverpool revealing their interest, he verbally informed Heinze’s agent that United would not be prepared to sell him to any of their three major domestic rivals.
That conversation is thought to have been recorded, and if so, could feasibly, be used as evidence if the matter ended up in court.
You’ll be holed up in the attic for the next 2 years.
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August 2, 2007 at 6:39 am
An addendum. It seems that Sir Alex has heard my plea:
Long Live The Voice of The Fan!