The quiet before the storm Euro 2008 is over, Cesc is celebrating in Spain, and all the scouts and managers and players are all going home and ringing up their agents, brothers, and friends in order to get the transfer window ball truly rolling. Regardless…
Great Caesar's Ghost! I realize that I’ve moaned quite a bit about this Euro 2008; how it’s boring, how Arsenal players just get hurt, how much I can’t stand Platini and Blatter and their insane proposals, and how at it’s worst this competition…
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