So, here we go. Real Madrid, right? They’re apparently all eyes on Arsenal’s William Saliba for the next summer transfer thingy, cuz, well, they need some fresh blood in defense. Like, apparently, they’ve had some hiccups with injuries and, um, not having signed enough defenders or something. I mean, just gotta wonder what happened there. Anyway, The Athletic says Saliba is high up on their wishlist. Not surprised, really.
And oh, their relationship with Saliba’s camp? It’s apparently all smiles and hearty handshakes. Real smooth folks, those Madrid people. But can we talk about Saliba for a sec? Dude’s been quite the rock for Arsenal, forming this stellar bromance with Gabriel Magalhães at the back. Dumb luck or skill, who even knows. Losing him would kinda make Arteta gaze into the void, contemplating the universe and all that.
Real Madrid’s been swooning over Saliba since forever, like an admirer who’s too shy to say anything. Reminds me of those school days crushes. They had their eye on him even back at Saint-Étienne, and now look at him, all grown up at Arsenal and smashing it out there. I feel old. Talk about career glow-up.
Anyway, Saliba’s been pivotal for Arsenal. Remember when they had that Champions League quarter-final? Yeah, he helped them dunk a 3-0 win over the very team that’s eyeing him now. Who says irony died? His Arsenal contract runs until 2027 — quite the testament to their “you’re ours now” sentiment.
But—here’s the kicker—he’s been in that dreamy PFA Premier League Team of the Year twice already, in ’23 and ’24. Rising star alert! So Madrid may just take their sweet time and wait till 2026 or maybe attempt the ole free transfer sneak in 2027. That’s if they don’t break the bank this summer.
Meanwhile, as for Arsenal fans, hang tight. Madrid’s also eyeing AFC Bournemouth’s Dean Huijsen. Though, $50m release clause seems like quite the pickle for them. A classic case of ‘would he or wouldn’t he’? Liverpool lurking too, apparently. Bournemouth boss, Andoni Iraola, he doesn’t seem fussed, more like, “Whatever happens, happens.”
And there you have it, my nonsensical ramblings on football transfer sagas.
