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As a rule, I don’t make blog posts with solely the Barcelona shirt on them, but for Cesc, I will make an exception.
Cesc was one of those football players I first fell in love with. Credit that to a smart game and an endearing dorkiness. While I love Liverpool, I do have an inkling of liking for Arsenal. (I still shake my head at the fact that he did not join Arsenal’s Asia Tour last month—that would have been the gamechanger of that Kuala Lumpur trip—but of course, him not joining meant something was already brewing.)
In any case, Cescgate, that is, his imminent move “back home” to Barcelona played out its worst last year, right after Spain won the World Cup 2010. At least the 2011 edition of Cescgate had relative calm, despite being protracted. It was like, “Cut the drama already.” And ending the drama means moving back to the Catalan giants.
I wouldn’t lie, there’s a part of me that’s still sore over Cesc’s transfer. That’s one less player to support at both club and country levels. I don’t think it was a classy departure—c’mon, he isn’t going to get the ovations that Thierry Henry or Dennis Bergkamp get. It wasn’t a secret that he wanted out. Plus, it did not help his case, from a communications standpoint, that players in Catalonia were babbling about how Cesc wanted to “go home” or that he probably can’t resist the pull of his Barca DNA. (Geez, sure, he’s a product of La Masia, but he spent an equal amount of time under Arsene Wenger’s system. Is the transition going to be THAT easy? It would be foolish to think so.)
It will be interesting to see how he will figure in Barcelona. Of course, the immediate assumption is that he is an overpriced substitute/utility player. I don’t think that’s going to be the case. Sure, he’s being groomed as Xavi’s replacement, but they will definitely find room for this man to be getting the playing time he needs. (Side note: He has been injury-prone as of late.)
Damn you, Fabregas, you are one big cognitive dissonance to me. I would also like to point out that you have not been making the wisest of decisions—from your ex-girlfriend to your current club. One day you will thank me for pointing this out.
That said, I am appealing to Gerard Piqué to drive Cesc Fabregas to the nearest barber shop. If he has to look happy to be in blaugrana, can he be at least happy with a decent haircut?