It's not often that I feel physically sick. It normally takes around ten lagers, two aftershocks, six shots of tequila and a doner kebab to make me throw my guts up.
Today I felt sick for a totally different reason. I heard a sick rumour. No, it wasn't that Elton John is my real Dad or it wasn't that Robbie Keane is a distant cousin of mine. It wasn't far off though.
I read a rumor that Arsenal were preparing a summer bid for Diego Forlan. Now I don't know what is worse. The fact that Arsenal are 'apparently' weighing up a bid for him or the fact that the fee is around the £32m mark............
Sorry, I nearly fainted there.
I couldn't give a shit that he feels he has unfinished business with the Premiership. If that is the case then let some mugs like Manchester City sign him.
I also couldn't give a shit that he has 'resurrected' his career in Spain. Let him stay there then and keep on resurrecting as much as he wants!
As much as I want to see some new additions to the squad, and I don't mean Rosicky, Diego Forlan is not the answer. Unless it's his supremely talented nephew who was named after him.
Keep it Goonerish............