If that was the case then Gary Naysmith would have the magic number...which is doubtful!
Anyway, the squad numbers have been announced and James Beattie has been given the coveted number nine shirt.
Andy Johnson, meanwhile, has been given the number eight shirt that Beattie wore last season.
I can picture Andy Johnson being a bit like Gareth in The Office as he was handed the number eight and telling Moysie that he doesn't normally do sloppy seconds, especially not his, as he points to our new number nine.
Or maybe not!
Andy van der Meyde looks like he could be part of the plans next season as he has been given the number seven shirt to replace the number 27 he wore about four times last season!
Tony Hibbert has also jumped up 20 places and he'll wear the number 2, a shirt which many felt should have been retired as a mark of respect when Earl Barrett left the club!
Here's the full rundown pop pickers...
1 | Richard Wright | ||
2 | Tony Hibbert | ||
3 | Gary Naysmith | ||
4 | Joseph Yobo | ||
5 | David Weir | ||
6 | Mikel Arteta | ||
7 | Andy van der Meyde | ||
8 | Andy Johnson | ||
9 | James Beattie | ||
10 | Simon Davies | ||
11 | James McFadden | ||
13 | Iain Turner | ||
14 | Kevin Kilbane | ||
15 | Alan Stubbs |
16 Joleon Lescott 17 Tim Cahill 18 Phil Neville 19 Nuno Valente 21 Leon Osman 22 James Vaughan 23 Alessandro Pistone 24 Tim Howard 26 Lee Carsley 28 Victor Anichebe 30 John Ruddy 31 Mark Hughes 36 Patrick Boyle
In other Blues news, we are said to be chasing Internazionale for the £500k they still owe us for Marco Materazzi.
Kenwright and Wyness were probably watching the World Cup final when Materazzi was headbutted by Zidane (incidentally, why has everyone started calling him Zizou all of a sudden?) and Kenwright said to Wyness (adopting a Mr Burns voice):
BK: “Wyness, who's that strapping young Italian that's just been floored by that French thug?”
KW: “That's Marco Materazzi sir.”
BK: “Hmmmm, Materazzi eh?! I'll remember him!”
KW: “Sir, Inter still owe us £500K for him”
BK: “Release the hounds Wyness”
At which point John Ebbrell and Joe Parkinson come limping out of a hatch in the wall.
Or maybe not!
Forza Everton!