Good afternoon.
Now the Stoke game is confirmed as on we can and indeed ought make a welcome return to focusing on football.
I remember when I first discovered Woody Allen. A few live recordings of his stand up and then ‘Without Feathers’. Anyway there was a sketch about a ransom demand and his father’s very poor reading habits.
Today …I discovered a London Evening Standard interview with Henry James Redknapp, footballing supremo of this parish published some 3 days ago. ”Harry Hotspur for the best reheated leftovers this side of Stone Henge.’
“Finishing top four is not a must [to keep those players],” said Redknapp. “If Arsenal don’t get in the top four, are their best players going to leave? If Chelsea don’t, will their best players walk away?
Is this clown out of his tiny cockle & whelk slurping mind? I’m no expert in these matters but is he actually for real? Modric is a man overboard just waiting to happen. Bale who we all love is only human a footballer after all and if the right offer came in from someone else – in addition to Arry – who didn’t give a monkey’s about his dreadful license to roam vision, who’s to say that not being a Champions League side wouldn’t have a baring?
I find it staggering that our manager, in fact any decent Premiership manager would come out with such self serving twaddle. Ian Holloway, yes. But to the best of my knowledge Ian Holloway and Henry James Redknapp are two separate people.
I’d be fascinated to get Levy & Co’s view on this. The impact of Champions League football on THFC’s revenue streams, the revenue streams that are pivotal to the new stadium don’t need spelling out.
Is this unfair criticism? Is he right? Is securing a top four finish a mere trifle? Is it a supermarket own brand trifle, all bovine gelatine, artificial flavourings and a some genetically modified custard substitute? Maybe he’s right. Maybe upon considered reflection the notion that Champions League football is nothing to get too fussed about is a fair viewpoint.
libera me a tenebris o pater caelestis et imple vitam meam cum candente luce caloris laetitiaeque
Questo nido Rodney periodo dell’anno saremo milionari
As they say at the Peckham Buisness School but you`re still a plonker Rodney. Monkey Harris`s sisters husband`s first wife`s stepfather empties the bins in HR`s office and he found a used scribble pad with a few different spellings for England `12 and what looks like 3 Ferrets, must be working on a new badge for the Euro`s.
Iacta alea est. Don’t know what you two are on about but it seemed apt. :blink:
I was using a phrase first heard in the Roman settlement known of Peckham Rye.
Seeing as you lot are going on a bit about godsquad stuff.It would enlighten all spurs fans of our historical origens if you all did a bit of research and found out how and why and by who this Great team of great and historical stature and traditions came to be.It explains a bit why they are a corrupt and godless ahower down the road.
coys
er…cock fighting aficionados?…just a hunch :-p
look it up yourselves I cant be arsed :shifty:
Who are you calling ahower ?
that ahower down the road, you know that lot just behind us always in our shadow. Wheres me galsses?
Gotcha now, still trying to fix this 8 track in the Capri Ghia, keeps chewing tapes. Might have to take it down to fingers at Kwak-Fit, he`s a whizz at the latest technology.
Are you running in someone elses fingers tonight?
8 track just chewed another tape there, hope it hasn`t damaged “Knocking on Heavens door” or i`ll be flipping mad.
I have a confession to make! Coward Webb made what I think was a right call.
He did his job correctly.
for a change.