Gallas in Wonderland

So, it appears the Willian Gallas relocation programme is going swimmingly. If you’ve kept an eye on your sources this last couple of days, you will no doubt have discovered that it’s a little closer to home than you might’ve wished for. According to SSN– via a nefarious looking sort looming outside the club shop in a trench coat and an eye-patch- the Gallic princess is having a medical at the Lodge this very morn and an unveiling looks imminent.

Lordy lord.

This has every intention of dividing the lot of us. In one camp, the promise that we’re reeling in a bona-fide stalwart centre-back; Champions League experience, a leader, a double winner- for free, no less. And in the other, the clappers of doom ring out reminding us that he is, in fact, a damp little ballbag. Ex-Arsenal, best years behind him; a sulking, whinging, dressing-room agitator. One, whom when called to guide his men in an hour of darkness at St. Andrews two years ago, sat defeated in the centre-circle like a weary old dog. That’ll be my lasting memory of him. Then again, if he can do a job for us, why the heck not? Splinters, you say?

I guess that’ll be me sitting on the fence.

I’d be delighted to hear your thoughts…