I have nothing to say.
What do we do, though?
AS: Boss, I want to leave. I don't think Arsenal match my ambitions.
AW: Very well, we will sell you to someone abroad.
AS: I want to stay in London. My dogs like it here.
AW: Well we won't sanction your sale to a rival.
AS: Fine, I will stay for one more year and you will lose me for free. I'll also play like a **** in my final season.
AW: OK, we'll sell you to Chelsea. We owe them a favour for Cech, after all.