Imagine Al Pacino walking to the mike with a little boy . Your eyes lit up , you feel he is gonna say it . He talks about acting in his grungy voice , marooning from his start as a small time actor to some of his unforgettable roles . But he doesn't say a word about the kid by his side . You can't imagine him missing such an opportunity and believe that with a clever turn of phrase he will come round it and then you shall smile and think how fucking clever that was ; but he doesn't . He goes on and on about shit you don't care for anymore without acknowledging the presence of his little friend . You are on tenterhooks , almost praying for him to speak those holy words , praying for a release from this unnecessary vanity . And then you snap for you realise that is all there is to it .You stop giving a fuck .
That is how the transfer window has been for me . (For the uninitiated this is it )
That is how the transfer window has been for me . (For the uninitiated this is it )
