Jeremy Menez Did you hear? No? Must’ve slipped through the cracks then. Anyway, here’s the news: Roma signed Jeremy Menez . Yes, it’s true. The next Zidane, Platini, Henry, Buddha, Gandhi, Jesus Christ of Nazareth, Howard the Duck and Papa Smurf is officially your newest giallorosso. Party time. I wish I could’ve reported on this sooner, but I’ll be honest: I’ve spent the last 24 hours plus watching his YouTube highlights and mopping up the drool. It’ll probably take a few (miserable) trial runs before I come up with a nickname for him, but I think at this point FIFA is a sound launching pad because he’s like watching a video game. People aren’t supposed to be able to do that stuff while going forward (CR3.5 does without actually going anywhere, which is an entirely different kind of impressive). I mean, it’s just, for lack of a better word, stupid. Now, I’ll also admit something else: I’ve wanted Menez more than anyone else since I first heard his name in the same sentence as Roma. More than anyone all summer. More than anyone in the last few years, in fact (yes, even more than Mario Gomez). Like a lover scorned one too many times, I’ve kept my heart under lock and key in order to keep the fall at its minimum. Well that’s a worry no longer. The reason for the excitement? YouTubers aside, Roma hasn’t made a purchase of a player with this type of upside since a certain someone a few years back. A certain Antonio Cassano. This one wasn’t ...