Winner of the Best Illustrated Book category at the 2011 British Sports Book Awards This stunning officially endorsed coffee table book commemorates the 50th anniversary of Tottenham Hotspur’s famous League and Cup Double in 1961 – the first ‘Double’ achieved in the modern era of football. Beautifully presented within its own real-cloth slipcase adorned in silver with the book’s title and the iconic badge worn by the team during this historic season, this lavish collector’s item showcases previously unseen behind-the-scenes photographs and memorabilia and tells the story of the season through original newspaper cuttings, tickets and match programmes. This outstanding…
Author: Harry Hotspur
Good afternoon. Poor old Pav. He has revealed to Sky Sports that he’s been struck down with neuralgia. This ought to be lesson to all Tottenham players who do not fully immerse themselves in the drinking culture. For all the perils of gout you know where you are with it. It’s a man’s ailment and one you can diagnose on sight. Pav haters must be in uproar… Nothing to lift the bleak prospect of a football free weekend better than hurling some free stuff at one’s highly distinguished readership. That’s what I say. Identify this Magnificent Seven and I’ll mail…
Hello! All too frequently not nice viewing. I used the word ‘lottery’ in relation to previous outcomes at Craven Cottage and I stand by it. Fulham are not a great footballing side. What they are is a rag bag collective of players that occasionally get them out of a scrape playing on a pitch that reminds me too much of the Library. The narrow ping pong table of a pitch created a scenario whereby v d Vaart and Modders achieved little and the almost totla absence of anything resembling a centre back on our behalf allowed players like Zamora occasionally…
Guten Ahbend. I can say this in jest you see only because of the actions of those who were cut in half by machine gun fire, choked by mustard gas, blown to smithereens or disemboweled by bayonet. Blimey Aitch, tad heavy for a Saturday night, old man… Well, I tell you this: I just enjoyed a cracking firework show on the Stray in Harrogate. And that was a show! But before I left the house I made sure I had my Poppy on. Then I get home and get a Tweet from a chap – regular or and indeed occasional…
Good morning. Bonfire night tonight and a chilling reminder just how man is by some distance the most stupid mammal on the planet. Our supermarkets sell alcohol and explosives. No really they do. And apparently tonight in the UK at least is the fire brigade’s busiest night of the year. And… warnings have been issued pretty much nationwide this morning that persons attacking Firemen tonight will face the full weight of the law.We need to issue stuff like this? Jesus wept. So do try and follow the Firework Code; or at the very least try not to get lashed up…
Morris has co-authored a book with Nick Hawkins, entitled “The amazing life of Morris Keston, Superfan”. His is a 66-year old story that is unlikely ever to be comparable to contemporary fanatical fandom, especially as everyday access to footballers is now nigh on impossible. With a few pennies in his pocket, a patient and understanding wife and a tenacity borne of his love for Tottenham Hotspur, Morris Keston has journeyed globally to follow the team; he has won the hearts of many a footballer and celebrity and appears to have kept his feet on the ground nonetheless.
Good afternoon. This has been niggling me for a while and as Frank Spencer’s mother did say, ‘A trouble shared is a trouble doubled.’ So tell me this. When we play at The Cottage on Sunday – where do you stand on the whole ‘I love Martin Jol’ song thing? I think it’s a given that it’ll get an airing. Difficult to imagine it won’t. BMJ will be remembered as a deeply lovable chap, no two ways about it, but it doesn’t sit quite right that what was a great song will be rolled out too frequently given that he…
Good morning Ladykillers. It’s all very well owning lots of stuff on DVD but the umitigated joy of switching the telly on to discover the opening credits of an all time favourite rolling is a gift. Last night I would have merrily agreed to never switch on – that thing we have all our furniture pointed at – ever again. Enthusiasts for our approach to this tournament must be mentally exhausted from rehearsing the positives to be drawn from the game. There weren’t any. And if anyone trots out the old ‘good to see the yoofsters get a run out…
Good lunch? Mine was alright. And that’s me boasting about it. Meh. On an upbeat note I’ve cold chicken legs (leave it) and chips for my banquet de le soir. This might work this time. If it does not, unaccustomed to violence as I am someone’s gonna join me in becoming very accustomed very naffin’ soon. How difficult can it be? Rubin Kazan v Tottenham