Today the
Italian transfer market closes. This used to be called Galliani Day™ around
here, a day of excitement because you never knew when Galliani was going to
just hop off of that bicycle, undo another button from that white dress shirt
he always wears with those casual shorts, and ruthlessly sign a big name player
before their club even knew what hit them. Generally offering them an infinite
contract and wages, of course. But still, it was exciting. You woke up with one
team on Galliani Day™ and at the end of the day, you had an entirely different
team. Bam! But as the past four years have seen, even Galliani’s false bravado has
gone a bit impotent and our transfer markets make you want to crawl up inside
yourself with fear. Each mercato getting worse, each time thinking “he can’t do
worse than the last time,” but then he has. Every time. But this one is the
best ever. Even though we knew up front we wouldn’t even have one. (Thanks Sino
Europe Sports.) In fact, it’s so bad, not even Galliani is saying his catch
phrase, “Fine as we are.”
Surprised he hasn't had to sell the bike |