A Beleaguered Bulgarian

With the imminent singing of Roman Pavlyuchenko the drawn out saga which has been Dimitar Berbatov’s summer looks like it is coming to an end.
Over the commentary of a Spurs match when Berbatov is playing is often quite predictable with the phrases, ‘class act’ and ‘oozes talent’ being ten a penny but Berbatov has shown that with his apparent ‘dream’ to join Man Utd class is something he severely lacks.
Berbatov has always been credited with being an outstanding player but with an extremely temperamental attitude but as long as he performed the way he did in the past two seasons he could be as petulant as he liked. Ranging from tantrums when a teammate didn’t spot a run he made to making himself completely anonymous for a majority of a game he has been a true professional at having an arrogant mind-set.
It has seemed ever since Alex Ferguson decided not to sign him during his Leverkusen days Berbatov has been linked in the media with joining up with Man Utd. This seems that he has made it his own vendetta to prove doubters wrong and make it to the top and eventually be a Man Utd player. Perhaps he thought that when Spurs became interested in his services he had a chance to impress in front of Ferguson’s own eyes and show how much he misjudged his abilities. This leads to the ‘dream’ comments that were made by Berbatov in which he stated that it was his dream to be a Man Utd player. This was laughed off by most Spurs fans and media pundits but perhaps there is some truth in it.
Throughout Berbatov’s career at Spurs I have always been torn between the awe of his often brilliance and the frustration of his often nonchalance so having him on the verge of a move had left me again undecided but having a quiet hope that he would stay. However after a number of poor performances pre-season, a complete lack of interest against Middlesbrough and the total unwillingness to play at all against Sunderland has left me distraught that the arrogant and selfish side of his conscience has finally seemed to has devoured the side which motivated the true performer which had all of us forever optimists on the edge of our seats.
I just hope that regardless of where his career lies the Berbatov of old is resurrected and the magic returns.