Another week behind the wheel of the the old Spurs jalopy. We rumble on as we’re overtaken and undertaken on all sides. Rumours in Goonerville are of a medical for Mata and advanced talks for Benzema. Mancini is still playing FM at Eastlands. Dalglish is hoovering up players.
Meanwhile in downtown Tottingham I am told that certain Spurs players are dragging their heels and clutching their contracts.
Enquries Bentley consist of Alex McLeish offering £850 and a secondhand set of Dunlop golf clubs. Oh and a Shop Mobility Centre in Gants Hill want him to open their new cafe next weekend.
I’m becoming increasingly cheesed off with the gaping lack of self respect in evidence amongst these chancers. I know J**** is in receipt of a kicking every time his name is mentioned and I don’t get any pleasure from that. But neither do I get any enjoyment from seeing him on the team sheet anymore.
PSB is obviously trying to conduct a face saving exercise but my belief is he will sooner rather than later naff off. But the others are clinging on buy their grasping fingertips.
I’m an advocate of supporting the man in the shirt to the hilt, but our squad is currently burdened with failures who can’t take a bloody hint. Jermain Defoe was booed at Milton Keynes I am told. Whilst I don’t approve, if I was him I’d jack it in and move on. But then I’m not him. I still have my feet on the ground and if I was on £35,000 a week A WEEK and was suddenly told I had to get by on £25,000 a week A WEEK it wouldn’t exactly have me checking down the back of the sofa for loose coins.
I can cope with self interest. We all need to look out for ourselves and those we love, but this just makes me plain angry.
Fackinel, I could strongle them.