It always used to be the case at this time of year that a thought be spared for those less well off. I remember the Sally Army having more of a presence in the pubs, the ads on the telly for people in Africa who’s greatest gift this year would either be a reconditioned AK47 or one of those old Arsenal shirts with JVC on the front. So as we bask in our own footballing magnificence – until the wheels inevitably fall off – we really ought to stop and consider West Ham United Football & Bingo Club (Newham Kinky…
Author: Harry Hotspur
Ding dong merrily on… well for many it’s a chair stuck to the floor in an airport terminal or sat in a traffic jammed car realizing that the music compilation you made is the perfect soundtrack to self harming. Men are genetically programmed to shop late. Here then at the death are as many knock down, knock off, never to be repeated deals and steals of the century as I could muster. And just as we reward ourselves with a few cold ones after braving the shops, there’s a gratuitous flesh fest at the end to warm your cyber cockles.…
Evenin’ all. As the server’s Sellotape holds on for it’s very life I thought I’d bring you a few friendly yards of something almost worth looking at. I apologise for the absence of embedding, the reasons are two fold. My tech guy is currently ‘coming to’ only to discover he is naked and chained to a supporting strut beneath a much loved Pier on the English seaside. The second is that I appear unable to rustle up some html for this bad boy but it’s so lovely I had to share anyway.It’s HERE. The second piece of footage is here…
Ralph Coates – A Remarkable Man – 26 April 1946 – 17 December 2010
I’ll be brief, this is his gig. YK has had a mixed time of it as a Tottingham, but considering great players do not happen over night, this chap is certainly doing a good impression of a player who could be great or close to it. A young Ledders anyone? Nice of him to make the effort and certainly more appealing than a generic ‘pushing for top four Hotspur magazine interview.
Well I’m rarely lost for words. But this one has me well and truly flummoxed. Momentary charm; then something quite surreal happens and an innocent game of under 12’s football becomes …the perfect storm. Enjoy?
As the news comes down the wire that the Terry family’s dynasty of disgrace continues a pace. John Terry’s brother, Paul Terry has triggered the suicide of a former team mate who’s wife was dumb enough ‘sleep’ with the unbelievably mong faced chav. And as it’s quite likely that the Balckpool game may well be called off if the Met Office have got it right, let’s kill a while and name the ne’er-do-wells. As John Lydon so rightly said, Anger Is An Energy Here are just some of mine. John Terry – The Cadmeister General . Jason Dozzel – crack…
The server hasn’t collapsed in 24 hours and to celebrate here’s another opportunity for you to to show off your detective prowess and win. Yes win. I have been stockpiling all manner of religious artifacts, ancient scripts and Pound Land specials like some demented squirrel. So submit your answers and let me redistribute the rubbish wealth. Answers to [email protected] if you will. Click on the image below to launch all three.
I cannot recall a time when I have watched us spend so much time on the floor writhing in agony. Admittedly since the word got out one or two of our lot were quite good at playing football, the fouls have been flying in thick and fast. But today’s game was a masterclass in wincing and clutching that even left Drogba looking on in awe. Once the territory of ‘foreigners’ on the telly, then the domestic domain of Chelsea and Manchester United it seems to be a Top 4 affectation. And so if that’s the case, Spurs are good at…