Footballer’s contracts are a murky business.
In the real world, a contract is a legally binding document that is designed to provide a degree of comfort to both parties.
In football a contract is a thinly disguised, blunter instrument designed to provide both side with just enough leverage over the other so everyone can sleep at night.
Christian Eriksen’s unwillingness to sign an extension to his current deal grates and whines through the air like one of those old air raid sirens.
The Dane’s current deal ends on the 30th of June, 2020. For perspective, the 26 year old joined on the 30th of August 2013.
On June 9th of 2015 a further deal was confirmed with Christian rather ominously telling the press, “I feel right at home at Tottenham and I haven’t thought about leaving yet.”
Yet.
When Eriksen signed that extension in 2015, he had 3 years left on his existing deal. Right now, his current deal expires in 18 months.
Quite how an asset that has increased in value becomes less of an urgency to get pinned down, is beyond my understanding.
I’ve heard every Levyologist excuse a thousand times, everyone of them is based upon a different angle of the same fairy tale.
The fairy tale is fragrant, if crackpot dream about hope, faith and a path of righteousness which – via an enjoyable ride – leads to Glory Lite™ in sustainable doses.
In the last blog, I asked why a replacement for Mousa never bought. It appears that the answer was, ‘well it was cheaper and less hassle to squeeze the pips out of the existing man’.
Levys don’t change their spots.
I have heard that Barcelona can be quite a fun town.
