bluebab
Player Valuation: £8m
These are the months that I really hate.
The 09/10 season only finished 3 days ago and I am already deflated, lost without the buzz and expectation of a forthcoming game. It's going to be three long months until I can watch my beloved blues kick a competetive ball again and even when that first whistle blows to mark the start of our new campaign, I still won't be completely satisfied. I won't be fine again until that transfer window slams shut.
I like to think that I'm a rational, level-headed kinda girl (most of the time). I'm fully aware of the financial constraints that our club has to work within and that because of this most (if not all) of our dealings will be done within the final days of the window - including any sales as we always try and hold out for the highest price.
So, basically, just sit back, enjoy the summer, ignore all the rumours and see what's what on September the first - simples!
Only, it's not simples. Not for me.
In the winter some people suffer from S.A.D, in the summer I suffer from E.N.A - Everton News Addiction. I need to know every little scrap of Everton related news that there is. I can't stop reading it. I'll trawl the web for hours and hours trying to find any morsel I can - like a crazed teenage girl who plasters her room in posters and buys every magazine that has her favourite boy-band in.
Obscure rumours and ludicrus player links, what the new kit will look like, pre-season training camp pictures, alleged "ITK's" with such classics as "...and he was with a bloke in an Everton tracksuit.." - it's all utter crap and I know it's utter crap but I still have this compulsion to read it just incase an ounce of truth actually manages to sneak through with any of it!!!!
The rational side of me says "Chill out, whatever happens you'll find out eventually, one way or another. Now leave that computer alone and go and enjoy a good film."
The crazy bitch side of me says " Anything could've happened in the last ten minutes! We could've been bought by the world's richest man and Moyes' gone on a mad spending spree - and you're watching a film??? Get on the forums, get on Newsnow and when you've read all that REFRESH, REFRESH, REFRESH!!!"
And like George Best reaching for a bottle of Glenfidditch - 'you know you really shouldn't' - I reach for my keyboard - 'a little bit more won't hurt!' The crazy bitch side has won again, my summer of torture will continue. I'll read and wait and refresh, read, wait and refresh until midnight on August 31st.
It's my O.C.D. It's my teenage celebrity crush. It's my addiction. It's my Everton!
The 09/10 season only finished 3 days ago and I am already deflated, lost without the buzz and expectation of a forthcoming game. It's going to be three long months until I can watch my beloved blues kick a competetive ball again and even when that first whistle blows to mark the start of our new campaign, I still won't be completely satisfied. I won't be fine again until that transfer window slams shut.
I like to think that I'm a rational, level-headed kinda girl (most of the time). I'm fully aware of the financial constraints that our club has to work within and that because of this most (if not all) of our dealings will be done within the final days of the window - including any sales as we always try and hold out for the highest price.
So, basically, just sit back, enjoy the summer, ignore all the rumours and see what's what on September the first - simples!
Only, it's not simples. Not for me.
In the winter some people suffer from S.A.D, in the summer I suffer from E.N.A - Everton News Addiction. I need to know every little scrap of Everton related news that there is. I can't stop reading it. I'll trawl the web for hours and hours trying to find any morsel I can - like a crazed teenage girl who plasters her room in posters and buys every magazine that has her favourite boy-band in.
Obscure rumours and ludicrus player links, what the new kit will look like, pre-season training camp pictures, alleged "ITK's" with such classics as "...and he was with a bloke in an Everton tracksuit.." - it's all utter crap and I know it's utter crap but I still have this compulsion to read it just incase an ounce of truth actually manages to sneak through with any of it!!!!
The rational side of me says "Chill out, whatever happens you'll find out eventually, one way or another. Now leave that computer alone and go and enjoy a good film."
The crazy bitch side of me says " Anything could've happened in the last ten minutes! We could've been bought by the world's richest man and Moyes' gone on a mad spending spree - and you're watching a film??? Get on the forums, get on Newsnow and when you've read all that REFRESH, REFRESH, REFRESH!!!"
And like George Best reaching for a bottle of Glenfidditch - 'you know you really shouldn't' - I reach for my keyboard - 'a little bit more won't hurt!' The crazy bitch side has won again, my summer of torture will continue. I'll read and wait and refresh, read, wait and refresh until midnight on August 31st.
It's my O.C.D. It's my teenage celebrity crush. It's my addiction. It's my Everton!