Possibly the biggest and most hyped transfer of the summer is seemingly a done deal, although as of yet no money has changed hands and no move has actually taken place.

Cesc Fabregas’ protracted transfer from Arsenal to Barcelona continues to rumble on with all the drama of a soap-opera love triangle, despite everyone involved already knowing the eventual outcome.

Arsenal don’t want to lose their inspirational captain, Fabregas remains no committal on his future and Barcelona are unwilling to break the bank in their pursuit of his signature, but despite this Mexican stand-off seemingly halting his transfer, the Catalan club remain remarkably confident of a move in the future.

For a number of years now Arsene Wenger has had two jobs. One as the gaffer of Arsenal FC and one as the fella in charge of the clubs crèche, nurturing exciting prospects for the future.

The player of most significance to emerge from under Wenger’s wing has to be Cesc Fabregas, who has developed from a diminutive but skilful midfielder, into a world class player and club captain.

To pigeon hole Wenger as just a nurturer of talent though is narrow minded, as he is equally comfortable fostering ageing defenders in the twilight of their careers.

Some things are difficult to pronounce. Footballers names for example can prove tricky for some commentators and pundits to spit out in the heat of a game, in particular David Pleat who whenever commentating seems terrified of infringing on a copyright law attached to a players name, as he rarely pronounces it correctly.

Everton’s recent signing Diniyar Bilyaletdinov is one name that could understandably prove to be a bit of a tongue twister for the men behind the microphone, but surely Arse-enal’s Andrei Arshavin shouldn’t be any bother.

Despite the seeming simplicity of his name, Mark Bright on BBCs Match of the Day 2 this Sunday was intent on adding the letters e and s the middle of his surname and referring to him as Arse-shavin.

Like a kid at Christmas, the waiting has been unbearable. The restless nights and the days filled with anticipation, before the moment finally arrives and you have the presents in your hands. Similarly, after waiting and waiting the Premier League finally got under way on Saturday and the days worth of football didn’t disappoint, with the possible exception of my team Aston Villa, who due to confusion surrounding the kick-off time failed to turn up and instead submitted eleven Madame Tussauds waxworks in the starting line-up.

By the time the whistle blew for kick-off around the country I was a mixing bowl of emotions, which included, excitement, anticipation and also relief that a summer of sports filled with beige woollen jumpers and breaks for tea was finally over.

Expecting fireworks from the opening days events, I was not disappointed. I was treated to a host of spectacular goals and shock results with Arsenal’s 6-1 drubbing of Everton being a particular highlight and kindly dominated back pages, forcing Villa’s 2-0 home defeat at the hands of Wigan away from further humiliation at the hands of the press.

Jack Wilshere is a boy of 17 and has made just a handful of appearances for his club as a substitute and also started a few as part of Arsenal’s boys team that have made regular appearances in the League Cup over the past few seasons, but is he really ready for consideration for a call-up to the full England squad?

Having only just earned his first Under-21 cap in Tuesday’s game against Holland, it does seem premature for him to even be considered as a force within the Arsenal team, let alone be considered for a place in the England squad.

Now undoubtedly talent doesn’t discriminate against age. Whether you are old or young doesn’t matter, if you’ve got it, you’ve got it, with Arsenal’s very own Cesc Fabregas being a fine example of this, but even he had to wait three years after his club debut before he was rewarded with his first appearance for his country, so is touting Wilshere as a possible candidate for a place in the World Cup squad a bit optimistic? Or am I just being a negative so and so?

The draw for the Champions League qualifying round usually pits perennial fourth place team Arsenal against a lowly Eastern European team who the Gunners comfortably see off with the aid of their youth team.

However this season, they have been drawn against Scottish league runners-up Celtic for a place in the group stages of the Champions League.

Normally this match is used as a two legged kick-about by Arsenal where the result is merely a formability before they join the big boys of Europe in the group stage, however a match-up against an old foe from north of the border will certainly add spice to what can sometimes be a tame affair and recalls in my mind the Battle of Britain in 1992.

No wonder Roger Federer looks in anguish, he’s just realised he’s wearing a copy of Arsenals newly unveiled third shirt.

In the absence of a World Cup or a European Championships, a year ending with an odd number can mean a slow summer without football. So therefore much of the focus in football turns to transfer dealings and the unveiling of new kits for your beloved team and for the rest of the league.

The chance to get a preview of how your team will look next year provides a little bit of excitement in a summer of sports where everyone has to wear white and the play can be stopped by rain. The kit is unique to your team, or at least that was what I thought before watching the Wimbledon final on Sunday.