manutd fan said:
I agree. For what its worth Berbatov said he had offers from Both Man City and Chelsea, and the money he would have gotten with them would have dwarfed what he is earning at Manutd.
In his own words, he said he chose Manutd as "The red shirt is far more important than Chelsea's or Man City's, and from a footballing sense we are the biggest" - Thats good I think, he may have acted like a total prat with Spurs but atleast he chose prestige over money.
Random point but Berbatov actually supported Milan as a child - his idol was Van Basten.
that's it..
btw,
Spanish Debate: Calderón - Lucky Or Genius?
Ramón Calderón of Real Madrid may have had the luckiest escape of his life last night with Robinho - or he may have proved to be one of the shrewdest operators in the transfer window. Ewan Macdonald looks closer...
From "he's going nowhere" to "we're selling him to Manchester City" in the space of a week. That's the kind of flip-flopping even a politician would blush at, yet Ramón Calderón seems to have gotten away with it.
The Madrid press rose as one to salute their 'presi' on Monday morning as Robinho prepared for his new life in 'Granadaland.' Marca reported in largely sympathetic terms Calderón's reasoning for the sale; As, not one to sit on the fence, went for a rather less subtle "Robinho: You Lose."
If Robinho lost, then that implies that there was a winner. Calderón, it was made clear, was that victor. But why?
Brinksmanship
The consensus is that Calderón and his merry men - led by arch-merryman Pedja 'The Enforcer' Mijatovic - played a dangerous game of transfer Russian roulette, and won.
The other actors - Chelsea, Manchester City, and the player himself - then, must contain among them some losers. It appears that Chelsea and Robinho, hitherto thought to be a match made in heaven, are now the defeated pair.
The Blues of London, having publicly spoken of their desire to bring Robinho to the English capital, tabled a decent bid to the Bernabéu. This, though, was rejected, with Calderón saying that the only way the Brazilian could leave is if he paid up his contract and let a tribunal decide any further fee.
Nonetheless Chelseas continued to waffle on about Robinho in a way reminiscent of Calderón's very own blatherings about Cristiano Ronaldo. Peter Kenyon spoke in glowing terms of the forward; Frank Lampard salivated at the prospect of a link-up; and the official online Chelsea store briefly had for sale replica kits with Robinho's name at the back. The Brazilian was coming.
Suddenly the shirts disappeared from the site, and seemingly with this the transfer saga ended for Chelsea. Madrid, in a display of rank hypocrisy, slammed the London side for going after one of their treasures in an improper manner; the Blues responded that they were well within their rights to comment on a transfer target, and the whole thing about the shirts was a misunderstanding brought about by a mysterious third party.
Speaking of mysterious, something special was about to happen in Manchester. Robinho, indeed, was not about to be allowed to leave for Chelsea, but rather Manchester City.
On His Way
Thaksin Shinawatra, emasculated by the freezing of his assets back home, suddenly found himself in a weak position at Eastlands, and there were some richer men yet ready to strike. Abu Dhabi's untold oil and financial services riches were brought to bear as the Emirate conducted a rapid and quite astonishing takeover; one that, while not yet signed and sealed, is real enough to bring millions to the Citizens' transfer coffers.
The new order promised signings, lots of them. David Villa? Sure, why not. Mario Gómez? Throw him in, too. And Robinho? Well, in for a penny, in for a pound.
Or £32.5m of them, to be precise - well in excess of what Chelsea had offered, and something that had Calderón and Mijatovic sitting up and taking notice. Robinho, by this time, was in coach Bernd Schuster's bad books, and a sale of this magnitude suddenly wasn't looking so dire after all.
What's more, this would be the perfect chance to get one over on Robinho, who had been, depending on your point of view, jaw-droppingly disrespectful or supremely brave in publicly stating that he wished to leave Madrid. Rumours abounded that this was no idle threat: he had, according to some sources, pledged to spend his days in Brazil if the blancos didn't let him leave. So, Madrid would indeed cut their losses and let him leave: but not to the club he wanted to go to.
Had City not surfaced with the top bid what would have happened to Robinho is quite unknown, but as it stood he had a choice: sit in the stands (or in Brazil, depending on how you look at it) or go to City, a club who currently occupy the second tier, and take the exit offer he was so magmanimously given. He picked the latter.
Thus Calderón went back on his word and lost a great player, but he also shed himself of a trouble-maker, gained a huge transfer fee, and taught any other potential rebels that the grass may not always be greener, nor even the same colour that one expects. Calderón 2, Robinho 1.
Calderón's Lucky Break?
But even if everything did go his way on the last day, that doesn't mean that he was the evil genius masterminding it all from behind the scenes. Indeed, some have said that Calderón and Madrid's victory was just one massive stroke of luck.
The logic is compelling. After all, most observers had no idea about the incoming bid from Abu Dhabi to take over city, nor the frantic trolley-dash for galacticos that followed. If Calderón didn't know then certainly all his Christmases came at once as the call came in from Manchester.
If he did know, though, and kept a patient outlook amidst all the Chelsea posturing, then he took a calculated risk, and one that paid off in spades.
Furthermore there is the role of Robinho to consider. The chairman and his minions would surely have tracked his every move; would he really have gone to Brazil, never to return to Madrid, had he been kept on? Or would he have been coaxed back to the club, not least due to his contractual obligations? Certainly there was evidence that he was serious in his threat, but Calderón seemed to regard this as a risk worth taking.
In the end, it was, and now his flip-flopping appears increasingly shrewd, or at least charmed.
As for the truth, we may never know.
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