WE will learn a lot about Carlos Tevez in the coming weeks. Maybe not to the extent of what his favourite Michael Jackson song is – Man in the Mirror, I’m guessing - but more importantly, how seriously he takes his football career. If rumours are to be believed, the Argentine striker’s next club will be either Manchester City or Chelsea. A year ago, there would have been no choice; Tevez would have simply emptied his locker at Manchester United’s Carrington training complex, and been sipping cocktails on the Kings Road with John Terry et al within hours.
So, what’s changed? In a word, nothing. Chelsea are still the attractive proposition they were a year ago; hungry, determined, successful and with more than a decent shout of winning one of the major trophies, whilst City, for all their financial muscle flexing are, ultimately, the same proposition they were this time last year, albeit with a couple more decent players thrown in; ambitious, deluded, success-starved and with a decent shout of…..winning the Carling Cup.
The diminutive forward has a divine opportunity to show football supporters everywhere that a bulging trophy cabinet is far more precious than a bulging bank account. Don’t let us down, Carlos.
So, what’s changed? In a word, nothing. Chelsea are still the attractive proposition they were a year ago; hungry, determined, successful and with more than a decent shout of winning one of the major trophies, whilst City, for all their financial muscle flexing are, ultimately, the same proposition they were this time last year, albeit with a couple more decent players thrown in; ambitious, deluded, success-starved and with a decent shout of…..winning the Carling Cup.
The diminutive forward has a divine opportunity to show football supporters everywhere that a bulging trophy cabinet is far more precious than a bulging bank account. Don’t let us down, Carlos.