Anti-Climax

It’s Tuesday the day after transfer deadline day and while we should be absolutely bursting with gobsmacking signings to dissect, instead the window has closed with a clang every bit as inauspicious as a fortune cookie which reveals ‘You’re are about to die ...from eating a poisoned fortune cookie’.

When the biggest news is that Spurs have bought back three players they used to own six months ago, you know it’s not exactly been a thriller and as for the Arshavin deal, well could you just get on with it already?

(BREAKING EXCLUSIVE: Arshavin will take the number 23 shirt, courtesy of top spotter Mitch, who has a mate who was stalking Arshavin at the Elstree village hotel last night).

Yet even on that bombshell, we’re seriously starting to lose the will to live.

Robbie Keane has our sympathies though: whether he simply couldn’t play in the system/was second choice behind Gerrard/Torres (not an ideal place to mount a challenge for a regular starting slot) or was simply a victim of Benitez flexing his muscles, we’ll never know.

Probably all three and we wish him well back at the Lane.

Nope the most interesting story today has been the hundreds of shocked Americans who’re complaining because their cable station started broadcasting porn during Sunday’s Super Bowl.

There’s just no pleasing some people.