As the fall-out from the Kaka deal continued, Manchester City's executive chairman was portrayed as football's answer to David Brent.
Garry Cook, barely a household name in his own household a fortnight ago, was ridiculed by respected scribes like Patrick Collins, who opined in his column for the Mail: "He is a comic treasure. His quixotic pursuit of the Brazilian footballer Kaka has put a smile on the face of the nation."
The Sunday Mirror and News of the World also jumped on the Brent bandwagon, and with comments from Cook like "the speculative circus has taken us on a journey that we didn't want to go on", you could see where they were coming from.
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In the week America swore in a president with the initials B.O, Manchester City had a stinker.
The Kaka transfer saga experienced more twists and turns than Bez on a roller-coaster, before the Brazilian finally resisted the temptation to line up alongside Craig Bellamy for a relegation dog-fight.
Kaka insisted he spent less than 30 seconds pondering the decision - presumably the time it took him to realise he was never going to fit 'I belong to Sheikh Mansour bin Zayed Al Nahyan' on his new vest.
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In the week when football folk everywhere were losing control of their vehicles, Rafa Benitez provided us with some real car crash TV.
Unless you're currently locked up with Mini-Me, you'll have witnessed the Liverpool gaffer's astonishing rant at Sir Alex Ferguson, which saw him digging a hole so deep, you felt sure he was going to suddenly disappear from view (like his captain on Match of the Day a few seasons ago).
You've got to hand it to Fergie. The master mischief-maker added Benitez to the ever-growing list of managers he's successfully turned into a set of those plastic chattering teeth - wind them up and watch them go.
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Brrrr!!! Hands up anyone daft enough to spend the last week exposed to the bitter elements, watching 22 grown men kick a piece of leather around? Yep, me too.
Football and the weather - our two favourite national obsessions fused together by temperatures creating an atmosphere more icy than the day Roy Keane parted company with Sir Alex Ferguson.
The United boss kicked off the New Year with an uncharacteristic moan, suggesting the fixture list was rigged against his team - "They tell me it's not planned. Bloody hell!" But it's a sure fact he'll go into Sunday's huge game with Chelsea a happier man than Big Phil Scolari.
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