Wotcha.
I keep reading comments from awfully well meaning types this morning saying that at the beginning of the season they would have taken fourth.
Wow. How noble. But more to the point, what a really odd thing to say.
In isolation, finishing fourth is a good thing – no; an excellent thing. Champions League football and peck on the cheek from the Prom Queen. So what if another team outside the top four wins the Champions League and nudges us out? What are the odds?! You can’t legislate for crazy, madcap things like that happening. Can you?
Well you can.
Because this finish wasn’t in isolation to anything. To assert otherwise is insane. Not optimistic, not naive but just common or garden bonkers.
Given that Spurs weren’t struck down with any season wrecking injuries or suddenly faced teams that revolutionised football the flushing of the 10+ point advantage is why we’re all now nervously making pro Bayern noises.
Some of you can’t cope with the reality of the situation. You’re the same lemmings that haven’t noticed that since he’s run out of exit doors that Arry has started calling us, ‘us’ again and not referring to us in the third person.
What happened to this Club this season is nothing shy of scandalous.
And now we have the rogue playing the health card as many do when they’ve run of legitimate reasons why people should bother paying them any attention. He’s saying he might not got to the Euros with the BBC because of his trials and tribulations. Ooh my heart, ooh me tax case. Ooh naff off you chancer.
“I want Bayern to beat Chelsea, whether Frank plays or not.
“He knows there’s no love lost. My allegiance is Tottenham only. I want Tottenham in the Champions League next year.
Err…
“I’ll be rooting for Chelsea I want to see an English team win it anyway and I think they can do it.”
Arry Redschnapps April 21st 2012
“If people get carried away with what Tottenham should achieve, they need a reality check.”
Arry, the only reality check people want is the THFC Board to replace you with one of those orange Keepon things off the EDF advert …or something equally competent.
What I didn’t like were Harry’s commments when thought he had the England job sewn up. All the ‘we don’t deserve to be above the likes of Ars*nal, Chel$ki and Liverpool’ and he seemed hell bent on proving it with a cavalier ‘I’ve got my next job lined up, you can’t touch me’ attitude. I didn’t hear that from Pardew, and I can’t remember any other manager ever saying they don’t deserve to be above another team.
Of the teams he rates so highly, Liverpool finished level on points with Fulham and below Everton. Chel$ki were 6th, below Newcastle and the mediocre gooners were 19 points off the pace and lucky to be 3rd.
We shouldn’t be aiming for mediocrity. As the great Bill Nicholson put it ‘It is better to fail aiming high than to succeed aiming low’. I’d like to hear a bit more of that from Harry.
Oh for the relief of the monotonous boredom of pretty polly parrot-land, better known to the un- or even ill-informed as the Bay of pigs re-lived.
What more could a culpable and laborious blog partake in this grey dull morn than another dreary monologue of what should have been and what could have been if only they’d been the genius in the cool seat. This game of crowns is not for mere mortals.
Of course, since the inception of this jolly jape known as the Premier league was invented we’ve been the ever-present standing joke for those glutinous glory seekers from across the void and beyond. But no matter, recent history means nothing to those that once dwelled in the land of the First division and who ache for its return.
Long will they be the watch guards at the gate, demeaning and decrying all that has been achieved since. It’s what they do well and what they are well to do.
Every season the pundits have pronounced their reading of the runes, and every year the signs were set to fair to middling and in our hearts we all knew that we’d be steeped in other fans prophetic warnings of another season of mid-table mediocrity or on the cusp of magnificant failure once again.
Lo and behold year after year these comic figures in various shades of Red and Blue were proved to be both wise and accurate. Such was the pain and malice we would once again be forced to bear.
Yet here in this land of half empty crates, half-empty bottles it’s no wonder that minds are also half empty, crazed by a never ending trail of detritus that seemingly has no end as it flows from brains to fingertips.
Fourth twice in two years, and yet we linger on with the hope of things to come, such is the tension before another date with destiny in which we will not play a part. We are on-lookers once again, but this isn’t the stand and stare of years gone by this is the Land of things yet to come, for once, we’re in it to win it. The Champions League beckons, such is to dare to say to go or to do.
Chuck out the baby, throw the rattles from the pram! Don’t hold your head high, be craven and stoop and wallow in inglorious complaining. Forget the moments of sheer bliss, it all comes down to this.
And for those of us not old enough or wise enough to lace this Harry’s Hotspurs boots?
Give thanks that you aren’t as broken and decrepit as the ramblings of this fool and laggard, for we have seen the true glory of the coming of age of the Liillywhites so Cry Havoc! and let slip the dogs of war.
uwot cockles?
Yours is a case of logastellus.
I don’t support every sentiment, but it’s a very nice piece, nonetheless…
Just as a basic point which addresses about half of the replies posted here… If Harry Redknapp is incompetent because we blew a lead over Arsenal, is Harry Redknapp also a fantastic manager for opening that lead up in the first place?
We were never going to finish ahead of Utd or City, and we ended only one point behind a team that had van Persie firing on all cylinders. That really is about as well as we could do this year.
Try cracking a smile, you miserable sods. We played some great football, we got some great results, we dared to dream and, OK, we didn’t go all the way, but we did better than any neutral expected. We follow a great team – enjoy it!
I think fourth is pretty good considering our manager deserted his post three months ago. Forced to come back, he decided to settle for a point at Villa.
Criminal.
Pray Munich win, then put our club in the hands of someone who is capable of putting Spurs as priority number one, not six or seven behind walking his dogs and porking the wife.
I’ve written all you moaners a song. It goes a little bit like this.
Moan, moan, moany moany moan.
Moany moany moan.
Moan Moan
Moan, moan, moany moany moan.
Moany moany moan.
Moan Moan.
Change the record eh.
Spam, spam, spam, spam,
Spaaammmmm, wonderful Spam…
Sing along now..
We hope it’s chips it’s chips, we hope it’s chips it’s chips.
Will it be mushrooms, fried onion rings, you’ll have to wait and seeeee oh…
Heyyyyy Mona…
Woooooo Mona…
Lola lo lo lo lo lola