You know I've been ruminating all day on this Gudjohnsen issue.
Yes I should know better, and yes I'm a lot older than when he stole my heart last time. But, and I hate using that to start a sentence, isn't it bloody exciting that Eidur has come home?
I'm likening it to when Sam Allardyce was appointed as Bolton Wanderers manager. At the time it made perfect sense, and it put a spring in everyone's step.
Don't tell me that you don't get a little filip at the sight of pictures like this:
There's something primal about seeing your heroes return. It's the sort of feeling that you get when you happen upon a film that you loved as a child, but haven't seen in ages. For example, the other week I watched MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE starring Dolph Lundgren.
This He-Man biopic (of sorts) was one of the first films that I ever saw at the cinema. It stars Courtney Cox and Frank Langella - a real cavalcade of 80's nostalgia.
Don't get me wrong, deep down I know it's cheesy and unlikely to ever be remembered as a classic, but by Christ just watching it made me feel good.
I think the Eidur Gudjohnsen deal is very similar.
We all know that it's with a heavy dose of nostalgia, and we probably don't care that deep down we know that his legs might be shot, and that his best days are probably behind him, and that his goalscoring times have passed, but do we care? Do we eckers like.
Eidur Gudjohnsen is back at Bolton Wanderers, and this makes me feel good.
He's going to score the winner later today at Reading. I can feel it in my water.