It would be really nice.
We can all agree on that, right?
But is player-power crazy now?
Last summer Paul Pogba and his mate Romelu Lukaku of Everton were whooping it up in a rented house in Los Angeles.
Lukaku then signed for Manchester United.
This summer we’re told that Aubameyang’s mate at Borussia Dortmund was Ousmane Dembele.
He cost Barcelona £97m in August 2017 and now Auba wants his mate to join him at Arsenal.
I rate Aubameyang because he has a lot of bounce and flair and surprise in his game. He’s an explosively athletic goalscorer who can convert chances that many others would miss.
In Jurgen Klopp’s Dortmund team, he produced. I know what he can do.
This Dembele kid?
Barca splashed a big chunk of the Neymar cash on him but now want to sell him? And he wants to join his mate at Arsenal?
If Dembele comes, I hope he’s good.
I really hope he’s good.
For me, player power has gone too far.
In the UK, managers ruled for over 50 years and successful managers were worshipped like gods, even by some club directors.
Matt Busby tried to win the European Cup for Manchester United and then his friend Jock Stein won it for Celtic, beating Inter Milan in Lisbon in 1967 to show English clubs it was possible.
The charismatic Bill Shankly was a legend and his assistant Bob Paisley later won every big competition for Liverpool.
Liverpool were European Champions in 1977 and 1978 and 1981 and 1984.
Aston Villa surprised the world by winning it in 1982.
As you know, Brian Clough was a genius who walked on water at Nottingham Forest and they won European Cups in 1979 and 1980.
But now footballers show us party photos of their mates on Instgram and want clubs to sign their pals.
Like you, I love to see new stars come to the world’s most popular league.
But I reckon star power has gone too far.