I had feared that our constant companion Alfredo Pedullà had run out of adjectives, but much like his reporting on the never-ending Sarri saga, there’s always one more. We’ve had the hot days, the crucial days, the non-belligerent and all the others that I can’t or don’t care to remember anymore. Days on days on days. There’s been many days. And there will be a few more at least.
How many? According to the latest Pedullà dispatch, three or four more days at least. The torrid days. Pedullà’s got some story that, presumably, he was fed by his source. Its details hardly matter. They’re inconsequential, if prior history is any indication.
Why are we even bothering with this? And I don’t mean as a blog or as fans. As Chelsea. Conte and crew are back at Cobham and looking happy as clams. Of all the people in this equation, they’ve acted the most professional all along, from the very beginning of the Conte exit rumors now almost twelve months ago.
Preseason’s started, the first friendly in Australia is in exactly two weeks. Will we have to book flights for both sets of coaches, just in case? The transfer window shuts in exactly one month. Are we going to keep telling our targets to wait for us as if we were high school sweethearts heading off to university?
We have a head coach with a contract, key players who need new contracts, and a squad that needs reinforcing. We’ve wasted the first half of the transfer window on the first item. Let’s at least make sure we get the other two done.