Podolski, M’Vila, RvP, Big Huge Dinosaur Transfer Scoop…I don’t care

It’s ghostly quiet. A few leaves rustle here and there, but not indecently; well within the bounds of social decorum. Apart from that, proper Webster’s definition of silence. Two crickets chirp, but Silence wrests control again with a smug slap of superiority. Of course, the crickets are having none of it. Their clarion of camaraderie rings true and reinforcements are brought in; a fierce battle rages as the cricket-brigade tries to fill the air with its trill and Silence tries to put a lid on it all. Slowly but surely, the balance-scale tips; and my bedroom window becomes the bedding ground for a cricket orchestra as I hack away at my keyboa...