Football transfer rumours: Rafael van der Vaart to Chelsea? | Barney Ronay

Today’s rumours have a heavy cold

Caught in a strange place between sleep and waking, eking out a luminous, desk-bound semi-life deep within its rumour lair, and haunted daily by a jangling timpani of swoops, pleas, raids, want-away aces and sensational smouldering summer sagas, the Mill has many recurring dreams.

Like: the one where Terry Venables keeps insisting the Mill play at left-wing back in place of Steve McManaman against Spain at Euro 96, except that, looking down, the Mill’s legs have been transformed into dropping Tesco value baguettes. The one about going youth hostelling with Ray Wilkins around the Western Isles and getting into a series of minor arguments about money which always end with Ray walking on ahead in a grumpy, stiff-backed way, his backpack flapping pointedly while he mutters things like “tremendous” in a sarcastic voice. And of course the one where the Mill can feel the salty tang of John Terry’s breath on its neck, where Ashley Cole keeps flicking his exposed rump with a wet towel and a sad-looking, desperately-pleading Carlo Ancellotti keeps repeatedly brining the Mill to ground with a series of well-timed ankle tap tackles.

Yes, this is the one where Chelsea are closing in. And in this morning’s Sun it looks like coming true for at least one jinking Dutch playmaker. “Chelsea are closing in on Rafael van der Vaart,” The Sun reports. Apparently Chelsea are already talking to his “representatives” and, if the Mill’s nightly visions are any kind of guide, jabbing him slyly with toothpicks. Van der Vaart will cost £10m and Carlo Ancelotti has been “tracking” him for several months, presumably in a canvas hat and a khaki jacket from Millets with lots of flappy pockets.

Also in the Sun, Harry Redknapp doesn’t need to sign Joe Cole because he has already – and once again – made loads of brilliant signings, particularly Niko Kranjcar. “When you talk about signings of the year – Niko is right up there,” Redknapp pointed modestly. “I was the manager at Fratton Park who brought Niko over for the same money from Hajduk Split in Croatia to the Premier League,” he added, French-kissing himself in the bathroom mirror.

According to the Daily Mail, Lionel Messi earned £29.7m in the last year, even more than hobbling, peripheral minor Los Angeles personality David Beckham. Messi’s got a £3.6m bonus for winning six trophies with Barcelona. But does he know Will Smith? Wayne Rooney isn’t even in the top ten. Carlos Tevez is at number seven, which is great news for whoever owns the key to his leg-irons these days.

CSKA Moscow have denied they are about to sign Albert Riera as part of a particularly vindictive punishment by Rafa Benitez, who look a bit that way. A club statement reads: “The Army Club are surprised to learn (from media) that they are candidate for the signing of Liverpool’s Spanish midfielder Albert Riera… However, to those who are trying to bring extra interest to the player, we can give advice (it’s free!): to specify an interested party, we would say Barcelona or Manchester United. By the way, this will be more interesting to lovers of rumours.”

And Corinthians president Andres Sanches says he doesn’t want to buy ageing doe-eyed Chelsea featherweight Deco, because he already has Ronaldo and Roberto Carlos, who are also old and expensive.

In The Mirror, eager galloping horse Gary Neville is about to be given a new one-year contract by Manchester United. Fulham fancy a slice of Wigan utility odd ball Paul Scharner, who is out of contract in the summer. Stoke are also sniffing around him with their tongue lolling out.

Sam Allardyce got a text from Alex Ferguson after Blackburn’s draw with Chelsea. “I’ve had a message from Alex saying ‘well done, looks like the injuries didn’t bother you too much’,” Big Sam has said. Which, if you replace the word “injuries” with a series of gynecological synonyms is probably about right. Allardyce wants to sign Kasper Schmeichel for £1m.

Juventus will sell Gigi Buffon in the summer. “The Italian giants hope to lure Manchester City and Bayern Munich into an auction”, presumably by leaving a trail of Smarties and then lurking for hours behind a set of paneled doors. Juventus also want either Rafa Benítez or Fabio Capello to be their manager and also to sign Cesc Fábregas, which even The Mill knows will never happen.

In The Times, Kevin Kyle has rebuffed the big-money advances of Russian club Spartak Nalchik, who have presumably been on Google quite a lot. “I had to have a look at it although being in the south west of Russia would have meant time away from family,” Kyle said, still unaware of the existence of houses and schools and shops in the south west of Russia.

And on Goal.com Pat Noonan and Carey Talley, who sound like a pair of relentlessly grinning, bouffant-haired, tie-clip-sporting anchormen on a palsy daytime news show have been released by, respectively, the New England Revolution and Chivas USA.

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Football transfer rumours: Cesc Fábregas agrees to join Barcelona?

Today’s piffle nominates young Werther here

The perennial sight of the Mill, head tilted backwards and freshly tweezered snout cocked at the jauntiest of angles in pursuit of the newest gossip – to the exclusion of everything else, be it a death in the family, a new series of Eldorado or a two-for-one offer on 44% ABV Liquid Happiness in Morrisons – might suggest a cold, emotionless entity; a punter-gatherer devoid of flesh, blood and a subscription to Time Out. But the humble, oh-so-human Mill has simple dreams, fantasies, desires. To feel the soft, tender kiss of a silky thong 24 hours a day; for society to soften its stance towards Vicks Inhaler addicts so that we no longer have to skulk around inhaling guiltily the moment every back is turned; to hear the internal monologue of Dean Windass, particularly when he is on Sky’s Soccer Saturday and struggling with such polysyllables as ‘Jeff’; and to see Andrés Iniesta, Xavi and Cesc Fábregas redefine football by playing together in the same club side.

One of those dreams moved closer when Cadena SER radio reported that Fábregas has reached a verbal agreement to rejoin Barcelona in the summer. “Several meetings have taken place and, following those meetings, Cesc told Barça that he wanted to rejoin them from next season,” sniffed the Mill’s Spanish source, Señor Scandalmonger. Obviously there is still the small matter of Arsenal agreeing a fee, not to mention Pep Guardiola accommodating all three into a workable system, but the Mill is pretty excited nonetheless.

So, it would seem, is Bordeaux’s Moroccan centre-forward Marouane Chamakh, who has apparently agreed a pre-contract with Arsenal worth £50,000 a week over five years. Chamakh will join Arsenal at precisely the moment William Gallas leaves. Gallas, aged 457,195,525,569,123,564, is emitting warm vapour from most orifices because Arsène Wenger will only offer him a new one-year contract. Gallas wants two.

Now, we’re sure the Daily Star’s Danny Fullbrook is a good bloke. Salt of the earth is Dan. An ordinary Joe. A man you can trust. A diamond. But if Dan’s exclusive today, that Dani Alves will leave Barcelona to join either Chelsea or Manchester City for £30m in the summer, comes true, we’ll happily – nay, lovingly – hang a pair of Dan’s used ones on our wall for a whole year.

In an unrelated development for which we can’t manufacture even a contrived segue, never mind a relatively smooth one, Lord Ferg’s policy of buying foetuses and geriatricos will continue when he pilfers two 15-year-olds, Valerio Verre and Filippo Cipriani, from under Roma’s nose.

The ceaselessly warm relationship between Roberto Martínez and Steve Bruce will again be in evidence in the summer when the two adorn blood-flow-restricting lycra and wrestle – three falls and a submission – on a pleasantly scented blue mat. To the victor, Cruz Azul’s Paraguayan midfielder Cristian Riveros; to the loser, an erotic frisson that dare not speak its name.

And, finally, when the Mill asked 100 punters to name a Bolton-born brainbox who is currently in the doghouse after failing to keep it in his trouser pocket, they all named Vernon Kay. Our survey says: you numpty.

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