All the big teams across Europe are linked with players, the bigger the team and the bigger the player involved the bigger the story. As United fans we have to put up with more of this than most, with a host of big name stars linked every single year, usually with one stand out story that is pushed harder and further than the others.
This time last summer we were all eagerly awaiting the arrival of Mesut Ozil. Rumours were circulating Twitter that he had met Fergie at Craven Cottage where his team were playing Fulham. At the meeting he had been presented with his first shirt and we were all to expect the announcement of his signing in days. Sadly we didn’t, we finished the summer with the surprise purchase of Bebe, hardly what any of us expected.
Also last summer we were fleetingly linked with one Wesley Sneijder. Again nothing came of it, and perhaps this wasn’t surprising, he was the central cog of an Inter Milan team, that (albeit still benefitting hugely from the Calciopoli punishments in Italy) had just won the treble.
Fast forward 12 months and all the talk is of Wesley Sneijder again. Ferguson and Gill have pulled off three quick signings in De Gea, Jones and Young. A big outlay, although we are led to believe that the money has simply be sitting in the bank account since CR7 left. Last time there was a spend anything like this was when Anderson, Nani, Hargreaves and Tevez arrived. And now the press would have us believe Sneijder will be this summer’s final signing.
I have to say I am slightly more skeptical, it was only a couple of weeks ago that United were apparently ‘nailed on’ to get Nasri, unremarkably that rumour has died a death. Now after Fergie saying he has no interest and Branca commenting that Wesley is not for sale, surely there is the distinct possibility that the press are again leading fans up the garden path, playing to their hopes to sell copy.
Obviously this deal could still happen, as Ferguson is something of a master at saying one thing and doing another, but perhaps we should prepare ourselves for disappointment, after all isn’t it something of an annual affair?