Good evening fight fans.
Literally for those of you, like me hoping to still be awake when two rather large gentlemen eventually take to the ring later on ce soir.
For which, I’ve opted for the Peter Cook approach. I want Haye to win, have backed Harrison for a KO or TKO and will be milling into copious, voluminous quantities of booze from the very moment I hit publish on this baby. All bets covered.
So what of today? The minute’s silence at The Lane was pretty abysmal. Stoke’s was poor, but then they are a cluster f*ck of tram-sheds on a main road, so car horns etc are not really negotiable. But cries of Yid Army were clearly audible. I’m water-boarding the next Spurs fan that annoys me. I have the will. On the G Gordan Liddy scale of determination I’m hitting a new DEFCON number.
We really do have some absolute brainless oafs in the Home sections these days.
A win marred by 2 daft goals the Spurs fans will say. Blackburn probably feel it was a win marred by 4 daft goals. So everyone’s a winner babe. That’s no lie. A trip, a soiree to Le Emptycrates awaits next time we’re ringside Premiership wise. Let’s hope they don’t do us on a TKO like Blackburn nearly did.