Stepping back for a second.
I haven't seen enough of Rice to have an informed opinion, except when he's played against us (that skews it, because few people look impressive playing against the best club side in the world).
I do know this, though. Just over ten years ago, we had become champions of England. It was not the first time, but it hadn't happened for a very, very long time. That summer, Robin van Persie chose to go to United. He had just been elected PFA Player of the Year. The most promising young prospect, arguably, in Europe, Eden Hazard, chose to join Chelsea. I don't remember if we were ever even in the conversation for those players, but my vague feeling is we weren't. Instead we carried out a recruitment that summer that nobody needs reminding about. To say it was underwhelming is to laughably understate the case. It was as if we accepted our status as “new” boys on the block.
Eleven years on, and everything has changed, out of all recognition. I never for once second thought we were just going to go away — the people running us plan for decades ahead, apparently — but I also did not begin to imagine what we would achieve in the intervening eleven years.
We are not the new boys on the block. We are second to none. In Europe. Perhaps in the world (we'll see, when we take part in that cup that I, personally, have very little interest in). Over the last six years, we've moved into a different zone, and what's happened in the last three months is merely the culmination of that, indeed of everything that's happened since 2008. If a player has to be persuaded to come to us — if we are his second choice, because his first choice won't pay a certain sum of money — I don't care who he is. He could be prime Maradona in person.
I genuinely don't care. I say, move on to our next target without looking back.