“Cesc is getting upset!”
Fans of film and television will know all about the dramatic components of a gentleman’s slow descent into misery. It starts with a storyline twist that knocks his world off its axis, and then, before you know it, he’s drinking warm whiskey out of egg cups, hiring prostitutes just so that he can talk through his problems with someone earthier and less expensive than you average therapist. And then – the knock out punch – he grows a beard.
Well, congratulations Arsenal/Barcelona, Cesc Fabregas has accelerated into Phase 3. Look at him, with his HAIRY FACE. He’s totally miserable.
In movies, the next phase tends to involve a different kind of arsenal. You have been warned.