Great old line from Yes Minister when Jim Hacker says,’ One minute you’re out out of your office, the next you’re out of office.’ Arry is an old cove and will be secretly smiling at how his fortunes against Arsenal went from being furiously despised at half time to being the Second Coming just forty five minutes later. Whatever took place in the Arsenal away dressing room at half time, the latent talent in just about every player was unlocked and our lot came out and did ’em. I haven’t watched Arsenal for a while and I have to say…
Author: Harry Hotspur
Word emerging from the Emptycrates this morning is of ‘unusual goings on’ taking place in the Away dressing room yesterday that have led to a full blown enquiry. Arsenal Football club apparently lay on a small buffet for visiting teams. On this occasion their had been some foul up with the catering order and all that was provided for Tottenham was a case of Evian, an uncooked Sea Bass and a solitary loaf of bread. Eyewitness reports indicate that Spurs supremo Arry Redschnapps stormed into the dressing room ahead of his players and slammed the door behind him. Fred Cheeserim,…
So my penalty in the 2nd half thing from the previous blog came true. This officially means I am able to predict the future. Ish. A bit. Maybe. At last, I can dump you schmucks that have always held me back – get my own TV show and concentrate on be a regular on This Awning, er This Morning… like that clinically obese schwarzer that is now chuckling/sweating up the jungle on ITV. Am I on TV yet? Here’s the goals, my friends… FT Uploaded by TotalFootball2010. – Exotic and entertaining travel videos.
With Steve Perryman, Ossie Ardiles, Ricky Villa, Tony Galvin, Paul Miller, Graham Roberts, Garry Brooke, Tony Parkes, George Mazzon and Peter Shreeve Hotspur’s Christmas Cracker No3. It was the era that I joined up and this is the only book you’ll need to recapture the unique mood of the time. The only question it fails to answer is, ‘Did Garth Crooks talk like that then too?’ They were the last great Spurs team. A tight-knit group of London lads laced with Latin creativity, Yorkshire grit and Scottish genius, playing for a few hundred quid a week and the glory of…
There appears to be just a tad more Goonerish posturing going on for this one than normal. Well we’ll just have to see about that. Hopefully Redschnapps will grasp that when we are facing them it is not acceptable for whoever is in charge to field an understrength Mickey Mouse team.That Carling Cup game will be remembered for two things. Alan Smith repeatedly soiling himself whenever Wilshire touched the ball and a game that more resembled the Super Nintendo classic, Sensible Soccer than a real game of football. So here’s to something that isn’t unwatchable this time round. Defoe’s back…
I began yesterday by referring to this whole affair as a fiasco. And after dwelling on the matter I’ve confirmed it to myself. The whole idea of ‘relocating’ and staying where you are defies sanity. It is (to quote Chief Wiggum, or was it George Bush Jnr – I watch so many cartoons – I forget) unpossible. N17 is a significant room in my memory palace. And true to life, despite all it’s magical and life affirming content, it’s an absolute pig to get to – through all the kitchens I’ve ever stood in, past every chair I didn’t find…
Martin Chivers was born to score goals. In his heyday with Tottenham Hotspur and England in the late sixties and early seventies he was considered by many to be the finest striker in Europe. This is his story. In Big Chiv (the affectionate nickname he earnt from the Spurs fans who idolised him), Chivers tells the story of a life driven by his abiding passion, the need to score goals. For Southampton as a teenage striking sensation, for Spurs, for England and later for Servette in Switzerland, Norwich, Brighton and Vard FC in Norway. It is a candid and revealing…
This whole ‘Naming Rights Available/Stratford’ business has become a mess. As I understand it, the Primark Massive have had their dream to be the Bingo club with the biggest premises in the Championship potentially gazumped by Levy & Co. Spurs started off with airbrushed images of a brave new world. Boulevards scattered with happy smiling Client Reference numbers, a village of 21st century consumer contentment with searchlights beaming a feel good factor into the heavens. Not a Rasta having a purple can of Tenants for breakfast to be seen for miles. So that was then, this is now. Let’s examine…
So the man that appears only good enough to edge the Tottinghams first team squad does the business yet again on the International stage. I have to question why this guy isn’t getting more of a run out in the current climate of ‘crockedness’. Come on you Spurs and throw Nico into the damn mix. He’s a class player!