Poor Javi. You not only make the plane to Germany for a stacked Argentine side but have a great campaign and emerge from the World Cup as one of the top young talents on the planet. What’s next? Why your big move to Europe, of course. You’re ready to follow in the footsteps of the multitudes of Argentines before you: Maradona, Ayala, Redondo, Simeone, Balbo, just to name a few. Will you go to Italy? Or perhaps Spain? No, it turns out you’re off to the English Premiership. Well, that’s OK, you think. Ardiles and Villa did well at Spurs, surely you’ll be OK at West Ham. And they play a fast-paced, offensive style in a historic ground with boisterous fans. Y tu amigo Carlo will be coming too! Then it all goes to rot. You don’t play. No, really. You don’t play. And not only that, you are owned by an investment company. And that investment company is getting paid whether you ride the pine, play in the reserves, or come on for that last 45 seconds of injury time in a 4-1 loss to Fulham. Suerte, Javi. You need it. As a fan, I hope you get the hell out of East London and end up at a club that works for you. -Sanford
http://football.guardian.co.uk/News_Story/0,,1982816,00.html
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