I have given a name to my pain and it is yet another anti Christ of modern football …Gareth Bale’s agent. Let me introduce you to Mr Jonathan Barnet.
People plaque like this need flushing back down the smelly pipe from whence they sadly emerged.
We the poor schmucks that weekly pay a rather decent chap with perhaps inarguable good intent are now subject to a parasite …and that’s simply not on.
Gareth. A plea from me, from the hearts of all of us, mate … Lose this idiot and focus on being the best that you can be for us. Play to your innate strengths and once you’ve genuinely caught the the attention of the world’s media, then we’ll talk.
We’re Tottenham, my old son. We’ve never been pretentious. We’ve always respected ambition. So tell your boy to wind his neck in.
There’s a love.. eh?