I love SempreInter.com. My name is Hampus Kärki and I’m a part of the group that started all of this from scratch. I might not have written the most or the best or the longest articles, but I was here when we started this project. I love this project like my first born child, and therefor this hurts my soul to say, but I have to say it.
God, I hate this transfer market.
It is much like the very tired Santa Claus who guzzle down all your food and leaves an old tired donkey by the stairs, instead of the pony you wanted as a little girl. And the pony that this deceiving old Santa promised you! Of course, Santa is all about parents who are either broke or does not love you enough to pay for the pony. The pony you wanted as a little girl?
The needle in the eye is not the tired old donkey, per se. If you had no idea, you would love that piece of almost carcass-Donkey anyway, but when there were talks about horses, unicorns and ponies before the old piece of donkey showed up, it became a disappointment. The word donkey gets more and more fun the more times you say it. Donkey. Or write it, donkey.
Let’s take Inter’s midfield this year as an example. It has been a lot of talking around Nainggolan, Hernanes, Luiz Gustavo, Veratti, Kondogbia and Fernando. Rumors and empty promises about star-signings falls dead on to the kitchen table and in the end, all you have is old Gaby Mudingayi. Nothing against Mudingayi, I like him a lot. But in comparison, it seems rather lame. This theory is applicable over years as well. Since the season of the Tremble in 2010, there has been rumors concering Lavezzi, Tevez, Lucas, Hamsik, Balotelli and a return for Samuel Eto’o. Instead, we got Diego Forlan and Mauro Zarate, two really old and beaten donkeys. Not that I call Diego Forlan a donkey, just now to fit into the metaphor. Zarate, however…..
Fans like us are naive like children in that matter. Even though you get older and older and more cynical and bitter and sceptical, you still have dreams about the big names of modern football. It is totally normal and is one of the most beautiful parts of football. Dreams are also free from harm, we all know that it’s just dreams and nothing else. But when you get to read rumor after rumor that caters to our dreams with indications claiming that our dreams, might become reality, you get the chance of being let down as a package-deal. You get forced into the illusion that your dreams are but a grasp away from you and then reason shows up from nowhere and blow your hopes to particles, even though you didn’t believe in it from the start, you still get disappointed and the old donkey, is no more than an old donkey.
The talk takes to much out of us. It builds on the hope inside our rib-cages and then get’s torn down. A lot like the feeling for our editor Siavoush when I let him score three goals against me in FIFA, before I slaughter him without regret or compassion with 6-3. Of course, the kid gets a little bummed out. That’s why I’d want to see the talk getting toned down a bit. Put an end to useless rumors, bidwars and long negotiations that you know won’t go all the way. I’m not saying stop trying to draft good players, but it gone too far. This “Silly Season”-thing has become football’s answer to magazines like “Hello!”. Last summer, there were over 300 players rumored to join Inter, six came in the end. Too much talk and too little action. Or as a wise man once said.
“Talking crap is easy, it’s harder to chew with your ass”
Which leads me to my final question, aimed directly towards Massimo Moratti, Marco Branca and everybody with some sort of responsibility for Inter’s finances.
Are you broke or do you not love us enough to buy us the pony that we want so bad?
The answer, is actually insignificant. No matter what the answer is, don’t tell us you’re buying us a pony for Christmas. If we know nothing, we will love that old donkey and if we, against all odds, get a pony, it will be the best Christmas ever!
