What you doing in Bosnia?! Lol
(And nah, definitely can’t see it here)
What you doing in Bosnia?! Lol
(And nah, definitely can’t see it here)
I’ve been kinda living there for past 33 years :wenger2:
I always assumed you were English.
Given your age, I can kinda see now how you and @Aussiegooner remember games from that era like the back of your hand lol
Let’s me fair here, mate . Sheringham was part of an attacking core with Cole and Yorke who were 28 and Solksjaer who was 26 or 27 that season.
Guy was trusted by Fergie to replace a legend in Cantona and was rewarded with a player who for me played the best football of his career.
Yea…I hated him too mate
Sheringham; one of the most under-rated tossers in the Premier League. I used to cycle up to the university near here to watch Colchester United train. He was with them for a season and was flying around the field shouting orders at the others.
I said “hi” as he came off and he smiled and gave me a very cheery “alright?”. That’s the end of the anecdote I’m afraid.
Every season after we moved to the Emirates and failed to win the title because we were a couple of players short, usually defensive players.
Then persisting with Giroud when a top level striker playing in front of Cazorla, Sanchez, Ozil and Ramsey.
Kroenke could have helped us financially but he didn’t.
I said “hi” as he came off and he smiled and gave me a very cheery “alright?”. That’s the end of the anecdote I’m afraid.
It’s OK. The story had a beginning, a middle and an end and just a hint of suspensive syntax. I liked it
The discussion was about the 2004 period though
That’s fair enough.
Look at the fees much different times. Nowadays you get some bog standard french club wanting £40m per player
Abou Diaby wasn’t much of a bargain, even in today’s money. £1m for every minute he managed to play for us without getting injured.
Wow. That’s pure gold.
Nearly a hundreds years ago now, crazy snap shot into the past. Highbury really was something else.
Much like when I listen to Kisstory, I find it hard to wrap my head around things from 2005 to 2010 being considered “old school”
A clear sign that I’m now the wrong side of thirty.