Ever since Arsenal signed Francesc Fàbregas i Soler from Barcelona, almost eight years ago, we've all been made aware (by the player himself) of the fact that one day, sooner or later, he will inevitably go back to his hometown club.
The announcement on Sunday night, that the deal had been agreed, definitely didn't come as a shock or a surprise, actually we've all been expecting it for awhile now, and yet here I am, still can't help but feel, that everything has happened...just a little too soon.
Deep down inside I was always hoping Fabregas wouldn't blindly overlook the simple truth that he, for all his talents, is a political tool for Barcelona chairmen, presidents, emperors or howeverthefuck they're called, to use at the right moment, to advance their agendas. Those fuckers wanted Cesc so much they made him pay more than 10% of his own transfer fee, FFS.
I'm not gonna go any further into it, since talking about the scummy way Barcelona people go about their business, would be redundant at this point, especially for Arsenal fans.
I've always thought that maybe the feeling of having an "unfinished business" - i.e winning the Premier League, would keep Cesc at Arsenal for a bit longer, but I guess that's just me, looking at the situation through the red and white colored glasses. Still, he's only 24 and has a long way to go, he could've easily stayed for another season or two, at the club that has made him who he is today. Oh well, I suppose there's only so much "suffering" one can take, right?
Anyway...
We've had some good times together, that home game in the Champions League against Juventus, where he bullied Vieira off the park and officially established himself as his replacement. That goal against Milan and the warm embrace of Wenger, the humiliation of Phil Brown and finally, the subsequent appointment as our captain - all of that, has made him a household name not only in the world of football, but also in the Arsenal record books.
Maybe he'll never be a "Thierry Henry-like" legend but he has, without a doubt, written his name into the history of Arsenal Football Club.
Ok, It's starting to feel like I'm writing a fucking eulogy here so I'm going to finish on a positive note: Thank you for everything, Cesc and hopefully Xavi's jizz won't suffocate you to death.
I'm not wishing you luck, though. Why? Well, because I'd rather eat dead batteries for dinner for the rest of my life that wish good luck to a Barcelona player.
COME ON ARRRSSSEEENNNAAAAAAAAALLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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