What can I tell you?
Mark Hughes is that rare thing in football. A manager coming in to the small club to replace the guy who got poached by the bigger club and yet it is he that is looking down the table at the poacher. Pay attention there will be questions afterwards…
Consistency has been Fulham’s friend so far. They haven’t blazed a trail, but they have been as steady as you like, drawing endlessly and most notably holding both Manchester United and Everton at home.
So the task before the Tottinghams is to be as good or better than those two at least. I find it relatively daft to prattle about form at this stage. This match makes everyone eight games in and aside from Chelsea who have had a frankly modest run in anyway you’d be hard pressed to put a cigarette paper between any clubs not called West Ham.
There are of course the usual gang of gout ridden, last minute medical musketeers. Ledders and Sir William Of Gallas may start; but Defoe, Wooders and O’Hara do not. For Fulham, Dickson Etuhu and Damien Duff join Bobby Zamora on their sick parade.
Predictions? I would say ‘you tell me’ but the right answer is ‘oi, Crazy Pavin’, 3MP, PSB you tell me‘… I suspect that VdV may very well end up being cooed over yet again. Hardly a prediction.
What would be nice is Bentley getting a run out. Or will Azza Blud’s Cadbury Snack be back in full working? Who knows.
Bookies marginally fancy Spurs in respects of firepower but not terms of consistency (wot a shocker) so if you fancy Spurs doing good works then blowing it like an asthmatic, Spurs Half time, Spurs Full time Fulham could pay out handsomely.
Paddy Power are offering evens on a goal after the 72nd minute and I would be inclined to cancel all direct debits/standing orders to your bank in relation to mortgage/loan repayments, flog your furniture and get lumping on this one. You might assume evens was rubbish, but in a tie like this, I say assumption was definitely the mother of all feck ups.