Good morning.
A four day weekend in some parts of the world. Triffic.
He’s been a busy little bar steward that Slaven Bilic. The Croatian coach has been paving his way into Levy & Co.’s hearts by publicly urging the boy Modric to stop at Spurs and not be distracted by the bright lights of Second Hand Fridge.
I’m not sure about doing your urging in public. This is White Hart Lane, not Hampstead Heath.
And now he’s revealed his ambitions to become Arry’s replacement. He told the Metro or somebody who then told the the world’s press…
‘I would be very interested in being the Tottenham manager, they are a major club with a bright future. But Daniel Levy needs to be convinced I am the man for the job.
Everyone knows huge clubs are interested in Luka but what I told him is that he should not forget how big Tottenham are.’
Well Slaven my old mate, maybe a shrewd move on saving the price of a stamp by submitting your application via the press, but I’m struggling to see how you’d be up to the task.
His managerial record is a bit thin and I’m unconvinced he’s the right man for the job. My suspicions were first aroused when I noticed he plays a guitar like a roadie tuning one up.
OOOOOOOH OO OOO,not never a great start to song,as for him being our manager,nah
Worked for Color Me Bad
1st two days in a row,how sad is my life
Beachy head beckons.
Cliffs of Moher
Listen to the Bilic track again. just to Get you in the mood for your meeting with cliff. JOKE. Just go outside, smell the air dude. Choose life.
Don’t shout about it, it’s nothing to be proud of.
oooooohhh! cupid stunt
I see what you did there, very clever.
Alright if I hum
Rick Parfitt lookey likey. Three chord wonders. In football terms that means hump the ball up to the tall bloke up front. Means we need a front three selected from the Ramones.
Fuck, this boys got talent!
I have looked at the man and our future and i got a shock it was full of Silver.