So the genetical mess that is FernandoTorres (ginger) has handed in a transfer request.
"Now, Luis. It's great to have you here at Liverpool. With you and Fernando, we surely have a forward line to rival some of the best in the world."
"Yes, Mister Dalglish. I'm looking forward to it. That is why I signed. I cannot wait to play with Torres."
"Now, where is he, would be good for you two to have a chat. Fernando? Fernando?"
*door slams*
"FERNANDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
Brilliant. Sign for Chelsea, go on. Score two hat tricks in the two games against Man Utd, be shit in all your other games and then leave Chelsea at the end of the season when they don't qualify for the Champions League. Naff off back to Spain with your ginger locks, son of Miguel Angel Jiminez. Adios.
In other news, the dashing Carlos Vela has joined WBA on loan until the end of the season. I hope he does well, I really do. Rare glimpses of his undoubted talent (see below) have been seen since he returned from Spain, but after having numerous chances to show his worth, he has failed to deliver. There was rumours of him going out to Valencia, but it's Premier league experience he needs, so good luck at The Hawthorns, at least you won't need your passport to get there.
Good music as well, no?
Tomorrow at The Emirates, we entertain Huddersfield Town in the FA Cup fourth round. It would be rude of me not to mention the great Herbert Chapman when considering our opposition. A man that dragged a lowly Arsenal team from nowhere to be the most famous club in the world. Huddersfield fans aged ninety and above will surely dribble tea and remember the 1930 Cup Final, our first major trophy and the springboard to a decade of success, not to mention shirt numbers, floodlights, and Arsenal tube station. Thank you, Mr Chapman, Christ only knows where we would be if it wasn't for you. *doffs cap*.
More tomorrow for a match preview or a match report. Not sure yet. Allez les rouges.
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