Gratuitous skin flicks and weak jokes. Welcome home I say. I’ve opted for a conventional 4-4-2 formation and I feel confident it’s the right choice. Carlo’s Mrs as custodian of the sticks. Despite her hubby’s doubtful form, Charlie’s Iva Buzov looks like a stellar prospect, in a gloriously obvious way. Wooders is represented by his squeeze, Natalie Downing who is indeed Stupot Downing’s sis. The love of Ledders’ life no longer appears on cans. Rather in them. Begbie wouldn’t leave home with out this and Montana Manning is probably as useful in a scrap. Jamie O’Hara’s Ms Lloyd is staying…
Author: Harry Hotspur
I have a feeling in my water. It might simply be a hazardously full catheter, or it could be a sense that Arry is becoming increasingly teed orf with the Tottinghams faithful. He has every right to be miffed. Spurs are arguably playing some of their most entertaining and successful football since the Boer war and still the deep groans and booing is only seconds away from being unleashed.2 points from 8 games when he came in, Champions League football and all that. Arry knows damn well that he is a front runner for Fabio’s job. It’s a role he…
My burning question this morning is who are THFC are selling home tickets to these days? Did anyone else feel the hate in the room last night? We seem to revisiting that whole ’emotional investment’ conversation again and again. Look, I’m not advocating we routinely accept daft results like only taking a point off habitual losers like Sunderland at home. But we perhaps need to think about what support actually is. I cannot recall an incident where a football team either collectively or by individual player were booed into playing better. But going to the The Lane these days there…
Mackem’s under the lights then. Hubba hubba. With the talismanic shinner-iner that is Barren Dent absent and mediocre league form, this is a nailed on opportunity for the Tottinghams to truly enrage their support with a performance to make the end of the pier show at t’Reebok look like an investor show reel. All mock belligerence to one side, this is a game that Sunderland cannot be looking forward to and one that Spurs really ought to go to town in. The danger areas are potential outbreaks of individual acts of madness (Hello A&E :winke: ) and a destitute array…
Be still my beating heart. Oh I see, it has. The sheer overdose of inertia pulsating through my veins has caused me to flatline. As longstanding readers will know of course, a goldfish with cerebal palsy could write this blog, so you’ll be unsurprized I can continue to type. PSB in exchange for Aston Villa’s very own John ‘Star Man’ Carew*. As theorectical deals for the next window go this would have to a considered a ‘goer’. Pointless Shouty Bloke has been linked with Aston Villa since he was a foetus. Add to this he hasn’t run away to join…
Autobiographies are a mixed bag. On paper the autobiography of a player – that may be primarily known in this country to many people for one amazing FA Cup winning goal that highlighted a spell at a (then) First Division team that lasted only 4 years – might be a bit of a thin read. The problem with that theory is that this is Ricky Villa’s autobiography. Consequently all ‘dull book’ bets are well and truly off. What fires this autobiography along is Villa. He’s intelligent, articulate and he’s telling what is genuinely a fascinating story. Sure there are gems…
As Wazza Rooney off to a luxury stateside boot camp for conditioning it raises the question if Levy could get a group rate. Alternatively, Spur players might want to give blogs and websites a go. It was difficult to find a single online piece that didn’t suggest they routinely taking their foot off the gas after a stellar performance and Bolton might well – at home and in good form – be up for doing ’em. The game looked evenly balanced for a bit but that was a period of false remission. Turned out Bolton just needed a while to…
This whole Bale love in has been bordering on that Python sketch. He innocently leaves some Kenesio tape on the changing room floor one minute and 30 seconds later someone’s clutching ‘a sign’. Bale’s extraordinary arrival could be just what the doctor ordered. I don’t mean in respect of what he achieves on the pitch and all that mallarky, rather the way Spurs are perceived. If this lad can hold his resolve, if Levy & Co can ensure they do their bit and not act with so much dispassion that it allows the boys’ head to be turned, then this…
Afternoon ladies. Giveaway time and this rather nice. When Football Was Football is a cracking book. It is crammed with wonderful images many of which were new to me, along with excellently researched editorial content. All of this is no surprise of course as the author is Adam Powley a man who’s name will be known to many of you having been involved in many eye catching Tottenham books over the years. To win a copy simply click on the book cover below and then mail me the names of these three players to [email protected] good luck!