The guardians rumour mill did make me chuckle today:
he Mill has never been to Cheltenham. There, we’ve said it. That’s not to say we haven’t been to the races – this Sisyphean existence of tittle-tattle propagation shows you how well that financial venture worked out – but the Cotswolds, lovely as they may be, lie far outside our experiential range. So, being a kind soul beneath it all, we feel at one with
Radamel Falcao, who did not join Daley Blind, Ashley Young, Jonny Evans and Phil Jones in cheering on the horses yesterday and therefore provided further evidence that he’s … you’re going to like this … not at the races! The guy’s lost it. Gone. Finished. If proof were needed, this is the proof.
At the races. Photograph: Kieran McManus/BPI/Rex
In Falcao’s defence, he has already been to Yeovil, Cambridge and Preston this season so his knowledge of the provinces looks laudably sound for a Colombian who only moved to the country in September. But, as we all know, when footballers are not touring the regions they are locked in tense, nerve-racking talks in windowless, halogen-lighted rooms, concerning themselves with the future. And Falcao, so multiple stories would have it, has accepted after much brow-furrowing that his own destiny lies away from Old Trafford and knows that –
having been selected for their Under-21 side on Tuesday night – he has no long-term future at Manchester United. And boy, with that empty padded seat in Gloucestershire sticking out like a sore thumb, doesn’t he know how to show it. Of most concern, surely, is the fact that those queuing up to make hilarious, wry, self-fulfilling comments about the form and apparent decline of a striker who has recovered from a serious injury, been pitched into the world’s most demanding league and asked to perform for a side going through the most tortuous of revamps, only have a couple of months left to do so. Knock yourselves out.