Good afternoon.
You’d think all being part of the same tribe, that Tottingham fans as kindred spirits would be all get on famously. This is the supposition of a naive child. The idea you put ‘x’ number of people in a room who all like cheese then making the bizarre assertion that they will share other commonalities.
I spell this out before I am accused of an irrational contempt for those some would call, ‘fellow fans’. Fans yes, but the idea that the common love of Spurs is some sort of mystical egg capable of binding people who are total strangers is farcical.
So that’s the perspective I give you in order to understand my utter boredom with the behaviour of too many home fans.
It seems that the pretty insufferable arrogance has increased the better we’ve played. Watching the game last night from home (‘cos you ain’t a proper fan are u aitch?’) it was evident that the first goal was in some quarters, ‘owed’, the second ‘due’ and from then on in the team were largely a bunch of wasters for failing to bury Martinez’ gang in an avalanche of goals.
So what’s my beef then? Wanting to win by a cricket score? No, believe it or don’t I can cope with that. It’s the sneering, swearing and snarling at the lads who are by and large playing some of our most exceptional football I’ve witnessed in my lifetime that grates.
Modric playing total football. Bale looking like a demi god, PNB looking like the sort of chap had he been in the trenches – the Great War would have been over in about three quarters of an hour. But still the know it alls groan.
Internet for whining, going to games for cheering. Hardly complex, is it?
Forget head cams on stewards. I’d take it one step further. Identify the loud mouth know it alls who behave as if they own the place and I’d serve temporary bans them. What’s the charge? Oh I don’t know, being dull in a built up area, wasting a seat that someone who wanted to be there would have been grateful of?
Anyone who has been to away games knows exactly what I’m talking about.
I’ve had reason to make contact with a good number of overseas supporters of late. Christ, I’m still working through the pile and my apologies if we haven’t spoken yet, we absolutely will. But I tell you this. There are not only some extremely likable but perhaps even exceptional folk out there whos passion and appreciation is so refreshing it leaves me buoyed beyond belief.
So viva the redevelopment of The Lane. A cheer for the bulldozers and a chinking of glasses to celebrate the marginalisation of these anti fans wasting tickets and wasting our time. Watching great football is a privilege not debt that THFC suddenly owe you once you buy a ticket from them. If you can’t cope with that, please give your ticket up to someone who can.
Dog Terry looks like CRYSTAL WARREN with a syrup,or is he really CRYSTAL WARREN :dizzy2:
These would be the same wrong ‘uns who loudly sang their support for the manager, used an injury break to sing to individual players and who raised their voices in song when the second half malaise set in? Not perfect, granted, but a damn sight better than the majority of grounds.
harry shut the mouth you the lie. you do always the moan the tottenham and we the 3! now you say the other one the moning just shut the mouth idiot you prick make
I think you accidentally your comment.
fakinel make you mate me wanta strongle you lemon boss you moning make this page don come back so that always lies on other one.
Hey! You’ve been practicing!
I would like to be associated with the sentiments expressed by the previous poster.
he the effin make winge up ure gooner me the strongle all the haringay harry. stop the piss tawk many the grate Tottingsham players we ar the pople. GITS (Get into them Spurs).
Which brain cell is being used today? Obviously not the spelling one.
If someone gave you a brain cell as a birthday present it would be very lonely.
Steve make you make me the so angry make! Fakinel you moning but the don get what happens rite in front of you make I strongle you
Clearly Mus is Harry R!!!!
Agree entirely with the sentiment of the post, but actually reckon abuse towards our own players at certain away games this season has matched or exceeded that dished out at home matches. Yes, Adebayor was shocking against Watford, but the “colourful” abuse he received from sections of our away support was both tedious and was only ever likely to be counter-productive. Probably wearing rose-tinted glasses, but I swear the match-day atmosphere was more enjoyable when we were sh*te!
Price of admission allows you to say whatever you want, barring any racial or any other discriminatory remarks.
Whatever your view on people who conduct themselves like this, they haven’t done anything wrong except royally irritate everyone around them.
I’ve sat in the Paxton end for many years now and not heard any over the top abuse. Players have to accept that as we play better, expectations get higher. If anything it should spur them on to go that extra yard when they hear one loud voice shouting random abuse.
Note on the transfer window, I thought Arry said we would only sign quality players to improve the squad? Maybe his philosophy is if he’s going down, he’s gunna take us with him.
If anything it should spur them on to go that extra yard when they hear one loud voice shouting random abuse.
Well said.
I think screaming ‘random’ abuse at people is by far the best method to encourage/motivate people.
If you recall the use of galley slaves it was a scientific fact the harder you whipped them the harder they rowed.
Then when the shiftless ones among them died, they were replaced by men who really wanted to row.
So you make an excellent point.
Afternoon all… for those that thought, as some have posted here that Wigan ‘created wave after wave of chances’, did they fuck. We were never in any danger of losing that game last night. Could have scored 8 or 9 but we didn’t and it doesn’t matter. The glass half empty crew get on player’s backs far too easy. During the Wolves game, the moaning from behind in Block 33 was ridiculous, as if Gooner Graham was back in charge. Tsk…
Boo until they play good; boo some sense into them.