A deal for the transfer of Jack Grealish is imminent so say the back pages and the itk merchants.
I made this point yesterday and as with most unpalatable truths for Spurs fans, it’s necessary to repeat it a few times, so as to help the old penny drop.
IF the mighty Levy isn’t a bean-counting deadbeat, and the club have been beavering away working on deals within deals, then how come there is so much radio silence?
I don’t buy it.
Very very few players have been ever targeted or negotiated for without a single word getting out.
What I do buy, is that Anthony Martial, Jack Grealish and wheelbarrow of assorted Eurotrash are all in the public domain – because any if not all of them – could happen.
Which leads us back to the key issue question here, ‘is this brave?’
As someone who could theoretically buy a ticket (NB: buy a ticket to a football match, not purchase a pass to a match day experience) it’s difficult to immediately feel the value for money.
Partly aided by the inertia, Jack Grealish has gone from being a nondescript bit part player in a side that were relegated, to a poster boy for hope.
Has the hair cut and the sock thing really hypnotised so many people?
I ask because it cannot be his mediocre contributions on the football pitch.
A cursory evaluation of his performance stats for last season reveal that he makes Dele Alli look industrious.
Right now, Grealish is the white Moura.
Only less expensive.
The excuses and explanations include the mind-blowing ‘he’s English’.
Just let that one settle in.
Then there’s the fabled fantasy line, that Poch can gently load him into his patented T*rd Polishing Machine.
You know, that one that spat out Josh Onomah and Marcus Edwards.
Beyond the sheer misery of people warming to Grealish – at the other end of the loony spectrum we still have people mumbling about Modric, Bale and of course, Harry Maguire.
Your average Dumb Dumb fan goes into a Roll Royce dealership and bores the staff to death describing in desperate detail how fabulous his garage is.
Dumb Dumb fan then heads over to Arthur Daley’s car lot where he purchases a ‘steal’ with a tea-stained log book and a payment plan to die for.
For the next two years, Dumb Dumb fan spends a significant amount his spare time explaining to people that the engine occasionally falling out of his car isn’t all that big a deal, and merely part of the motorist’s lot.
The great thing about Dignitas is that they offer a same day service.
Daniel Levy takes decades.
