Estupinan cannot be on big wages at Osasuna. Double his wages with the sums freed by Holebas coming to the end of his contract and Bachmann and get him sign a contract extension with an increased buy out clause. I want to see him play here and if he excels which I am sure he will then cradle snatchers like Manure, or vultures like Cesspool will have to pay the right amount not think they can get away with low balling us. Those winkers at Cesspool also think they can get Sarr on the cheap. Well it better not happen. We used to be a soft touch for sales but one thing Gino may do correctly is to make sure our assets are not undersold.
I hope so too. The aim if we are relegated is to bounce straight back. The best chance is by removing deadwood and keeping our best players and bringing in a couple of exciting youth players like the two from Abu Dhabi and a couple of veteran Chump campaigners with steel and bottle. Plus throw Floppo off a bridge.
Why would Estupinan agree to double his wages to be stuck with us in the Championship, when he could also likely at least double his wages at a club in La Liga or the PL? With only a year left, even if we don't sell this window he could just run it down and then also get a big sign-on fee from his next club on top. The question is more whether Watford will sell him for whatever they can get this window, or take the risk of holding on to him even if we go down, on the off-chance that we look set to get promoted again come next January meaning he might sign an extension to play with us the PL rather than agree a lucrative pre-contract with another club. Selling Sarr on the cheap isn't as much of an urgent concern given that he still has plenty of time on his contract.
We even forgave him coming back with the Baggies and celebrating all their goals like he never liked us at all. In the same way Helguson, Mooney, Furlong and Philips were forgiven for celebrating coming back they played every game as if it meant everything to them.
Yeah, it's really not a problem celebrating a goal against your former club, as long as you don't overdo it. This whole modern phenomenon of performatively not celebrating goals against your former club is weird
How many ex-player's haven't celebrated goals against us? The only one I can remember is Darius Henderson.
Blissett and Barnes didn't.....but that's going back a fair bit. Blissett scored a penalty for Bournemouth in a 2-2 draw at the Vic and Barnes scored in a 4-1 win for Liverpool and reacted as if he had scored an own goal.
So it's actually quite unusual? Interesting, I always assumed it was modern players who would refrain from celebrating against a former club.
An absolute basket case and petulant at times. But he also had the strongest winners mindset at the club. Never satisfied unless we won AND played well. Comfortably one of the best Pozzo era signings.
In fairness Gino does not mess around when it comes to selling players, he has proven that he is stubborn and won't be ripped off in the past.
Should have added - I'll miss the looks of bewilderment on linesmen's faces after receiving a volley of abuse from Holebas..after giving a decision in his favour.
There is something on Facebook that has apparently been posted somewhere by Jose, but I don't know how to copy it across to here being as I'm a computer NUMPTY Perhaps one of you guys could do it, as it is worth a read IMHO.
I’ll miss him at the club honestly one of my favourite players. Not the best but had a real winners mentality fought (both in good and bad ways) and no one can deny the passion. I think in the championship we could do a lot worse than a player like him
To paraphrase: "I was left out, wasn't injured and would have put in a better shift than those 10 years younger"
You wait - his agent signs him up with Norwich without his permission, but after a row he agrees, and he comes back to haunt us.
Its a real shame we didnt get him a few years earlier, he was a quality left back for us in his first three seasons. had a winning mentality and loads of desire. all the best jose.
Completely forgot but he even inspired me into some creative writing: This was posted on the forum about two years ago in the wake of the brighton victory at the start of the season. Chapter 1 ‘Slaying the Nemean Seagull’ Holebas stretched as he awoke, feeling the warm glow of the sun bathe his skin through the pillars of the Great Temple at Vicarage Road. Pushing himself to his feet he flexed his tattooed arms and looked out over the vista before him. The green plains of Vicarage Road almost glistened in the early morning light, Holebas sighed deeply. ‘Not as beautiful as Rome,’ he muttered under his breath. His reverie was disturbed by the sound of shuffling footsteps behind him, but he did not turn. ‘Master………Master Holebas,’ croaked a voice, and our hero turned. Before him stood a small hunchback with features so horrifying that Holebas could not help but grimace. He wore a large key around his neck, and a red builders hat on his head. The hunchback bowed as low as his sloping spine would allow and the hat he wore slid off his head and to the floor with a clatter. ‘What do you want?’ demanded Holebas. ‘Master, I bring tidings from King Silva. He wishes to see you at once.’ Holebas sighed, ‘What does the fool require of me now?’ The slave did not raise his head, but croaked out his response ‘I know not master….forgive me.’ Holebas strode out of the room, leaving the slave stooped on the floor. King Silva was an odious looking fellow thought Holebas as he regarded the man with a sneer. The king was not paying any attention and was halfway through a diatribe about the gods, who had not deigned to give him more transfer money to waste. At his side sat a young lapdog gazing up at his master adoringly. Holebas had never been a fan of Brazilian poodles, a bit too fancy for his liking he mused, although he did approve of the Brazilians no smiling policy. At length King Silva gave up berating the Pozzo Gods over their lack of foresight in providing further attacking options and turned to Holebas. ‘Listen Greek, I have some tasks for you. The first is slaying an annoying seagull. It has ideas above its station and it needs to stop. It embarrassed me twice last year, and I still haven’t let Britos out of the cells for his idiocy.’ Holebas remembered only too well the unfortunate demise of his Uruguayan friend. ‘If only it was just the seagull with delusions of grandeur,’ grumbled Holebas as he turned his back on the snake-like king and left the hall. Over the coming days Holebas travelled across the plains towards the coast. One evening he was sat around a campfire when he felt a strange sense of calm coming over him. He turned to see a hooded figure walking purposefully towards him. ‘Who are you?’ Holebas asked curiously. The figure pulled back his hood to reveal a smiling face. ‘My name is not important……. I am just a happy prophet here to help. Don’t worry Jose. I came to give you some advice about fighting the seagull. He switches off regularly at set plays but you will need the help of a peasant boy called Pereyra.’ Holebas scoffed, ‘I don’t need any help.’ The prophet smiled sadly as he turned to leave, ‘Without teamwork Holebas, you can never win!’ The sun was just peaking its head above the horizon when Holebas came face to face with the seagull. He tried to fire some high looping arrows into the seagulls sides but they were deflected by the birds feathers that seemed impenetrable. The gull flew past knocking our hero to the ground, and Holebas complained loudly. As the bird readied itself for a second pass Holebas legged it. Later that day he was sat on a stone when a peasant wandered past doing keepy-uppies with a leather ball. Holebas eyed the youth, before launching in two footed. The peasant was too quick for him though and knocked the ball around the desperate challenge. ‘Who are you?’ he gasped. The peasant grinned, ‘I am the great Roberto Pereyra, football genius!’ ‘Nice moves,’ replied Holebas begrudgingly. ‘Are you the great Holebas? I heard you are here to slay the seagull? If that’s the case you will need my sweet right foot to do so!’ Holebas mind whipped back to his mornings encounter. ‘I suppose so,’ he muttered. ‘Brilliant,’ smiled Pereyra, ‘by the way my friends call me Maxi. Or Bobby. Or Bobby P.’ Holebas sighed long and deep, and the two of them turned back towards the distant skyward figure of the seagull. ‘So once I fought in the champions arena………that didn’t end so well though.’ Pereyra was barely drawing breath and his endless stories were irritating Holebas. ‘Enough Maxi! Leave it alrea…’ Holebas was cut off by the loud squawk of the giant seagull. Immediately they both leapt into action, Holebas drawing his bow and fired a well aimed shot straight under the seagulls armpit. The giant bird appeared winded and crashed to the floor. Quick as a flash Pereyra darted left and then cut inside before delivering a quick kick to the seagulls balls. The seagull groaned, and slumped to the floor where Pereyra delivered the killer blow at close range. The gull squawked no more. Its feathers all seemed to fade away, and moments before where there had been a bird lay the prone figure of a man struggled to get his breath. ‘Merde…merde,’ he muttered quietly holding his balls. ‘I don’t believe it,’ said Holebas. ‘Its that **** Knockaert!’ He delivered another swift kick to the Frenchman. ‘Lets tie him up and take him back to the king.’ Pereyra agreed and the two of them trussed up the whinger and carried him back to Vicarage Road. Holebas and Pereyra stood before the king. They had been greeted with cheers by the assembled Vicarage Road faithful and Silva was jealous. ‘I now have a much more dangerous task for the two of you mighty warriors. You must kill the Hydra of Burnley.’ The Brazilian poodle nuzzled the kings leg. Holebas gave it a pitying look, before turning heel and leaving the hall with Pereyra following. Outside Holebas groaned. ‘Another task? We did the last one already.’ Pereyra smiled his winning smile. ‘Relax Jose it will be fine.’ There were footsteps behind them and both turned to see the hooded figure approaching. ‘You listened to me the other day, listen to me again and we can both continue to be happy……….in this moment.’ He pulled the hood back and smiled back at the two others. ‘Who are you?’ asked Holebas. The stranger paused before replying, ‘You can just call me Javi.’
The club have finally referenced his departure... https://twitter.com/watfordfc/status/1303687100739379202?s=21 ‘He had crumbs on his chair and rather than just sweep them off, he just threw the chair...’ Hahahaha, what a guy.
