I’m talking about West Ham of course and specifically the the amount of fuel we seem to continuously donate to feed the media’s fire.
This first international week is supposed to provide meagre pickings for those who seek to fill the column inches and 24 hours news channels. The World Cup qualifying break has just started which usually means that England have played Outer Mongolia and bored everyone half to death as well as the the transfer window closing. Journalists are just scratching around for any old story really so one can only imagine their delight when trusty old West Ham provide more entertainment, intrigue and sub-plots than a series of Game of Thrones.
Why do we have to make ourselves such easy targets? Why does history always seem to repeat itself as our beloved club lurches from drama to turmoil then once again into public slanging matches. Wayne Rooney (who seems to be thoroughly enjoying his England retirement) must be absolutely delighted to see West Ham and Sporting Lisbon taking pot-shots and one another and diverting some of the attention away from him.
Last seasons start to the season was a farce with over zealous stewarding and fans fighting amongst themselves and this one looks to be no different with a lame duck manager and planned protests against the board.
What we’d give for a bit of stability, to sign a player without fuss and under the radar but instead we bid for weeks on end then don’t have enough time for a medical. Our second striker was hanging out at an airport trying to force a transfer via social media then stopped off at the racecourse to watch his agents horse before going to the wrong venue for a meeting about his future.
The whole sorry saga borders on the ridiculous and with a whole week until our next game I have little doubt that we’ll be filling the headlines a few more times yet.