A World Cup summer is massively enticing for many obvious reasons but one of the less significant advantages is that, after a month of bathing up to your neck in football, the gap between the summer drought and the start of another season is quite short.
A month or so without football is still not ideal, mind but there’s always ways to keep yourself busy.
The transfer window used to be a nice distraction from the mundaneness. It’s become quite an odd fascination, really - football’s reality TV show.
A decade or more ago, you’d often find yourself in trouble for running up a huge phone bill on your folks for calling Clubcall to try and find out which ‘Dutch superstar’ your side was linked with only to find out it was Southampton’s Ken Monkou.
Up until only a couple of years ago, we depended solely on column inches or various football websites to provide our hit of daily gossip but the age of Twitter has given way to the rise of the ITK. The ‘in the know’ whose dad’s gardener’s cousin knows someone who works with someone who heard X is signing Y. Twitter has now become an infested hive of these false prophets. Nothing more than attention-seeking losers with nothing better to do with their lives.
This new phenomenon has nearly brought the interest with transfer windows 360 degrees in that the authenticity – or lack of – between these ITK’s has brought a certain tedium to the whole scenario. Where once the transfer window was a soap opera for the average fan to salivate over, it has now become a field of cowshit to navigate.
Personally speaking, until the player is at the training ground holding the jersey aloft, I won’t be persuaded otherwise