This is as probably a good a time as ever to take stock of where we are. I see Ossie has come out this morning and called for Arry to be supported in the next transfer window. I’m not sure that was the problem. Noises coming out of The Lane were that Levy & Co. had no issues with issuing cheques. Remember Arry leaning out his car window telling us that was the case? The problem to my mind was that Arry was far to naffin’ hesitant and ought to have removed from his brain the notion that he could…
Author: Harry Hotspur
What can I possibly tell that you that you do not already know? Real Madrid indoors and I stand by my suggestion the other day that we clear it with UEFA and our lot wear Bernie Clifton ostriches. At least for the bit when they run out and do the police identity line up number at the beginning. Having watched the last leg in Stellascope and then had a good look at the other loves remaining in this competition I can reveal that having summoned the wisdom of the ages and decided things look decidedly iffy. Aside from all our…
Morning. This is very good. Being the brightest and indeed the best of the bunch, HH readers are the first to find out about a unique Tottingham football event that will kick off next month called The Lilywhite Cup, being held at the London Soccer Dome – the former David Beckham Acadamy- on the 20th of May. The Lilywhite Cup is an evening event, with 32 Seven-A-Side teams battling it out to win the tournament and then go on to later compete in the London Cup against Arsenal, Cheatski and West Ham. The The Lilywhite Cup isn’t just another Seven-A-Side…
Mornin’. Positives have to include Crouch’s game efforts to cleanse himself of the Real Madyid fiasco, Modders scored, Dances With Scones was back to an extent and it emerged that Super Romancrazypavinchenko is quite good at playing football. Negatives to be factored in would be quite simply if we are unable to hold a two goal lead againist Stoke City, then perhaps the task against Joso Mourinho’s boys ought to be undertaken in Bernie Clifton ostritches and at least we could say we were doing it for charity. We’ve now scored I think about half a dozen goals less than Citeh,…
Good morning fight fans. I don’t know everything but I know this much. Spurs make a fist of this today and the atmosphere at The Lane is gonna get ugly. Don’t worry about Real Madrid, don’t get bogged down in all that did Azza do this this or did Jenas do that business, Stoke City have lost their last six away games back to back. Cheatski and Yanited both have handy enough home games today, but it’s Liverpool hosting Citeh and if the Pool win – which is not out of the question, then that’s them well and truly snapping…
Evenin’. Courtesy of eagle eyed, pigeon toed and big hearted HH reader Bruxie, it has come to light that very.co.uk are heavily discounting the white Autonomy shirt. Like selling ’em off at £12 each. Usually these catalogue deals are riddled with disaster and a discount code that once the company gets wind of the abuse they void them and the howling into the night by those who discover their card has been debited for ‘the full amount’ can be heard for miles. This is actually alright. You point, you shoot, you pay, you naff off. No code, no nuffink. Obviously…
The hugely popular Martin Cloake and Adam Powley book, ‘The Boys From White Hart Lane’ has just been republished in paperback form. It’s a fascinating chapter by chapter account of the Tottenham players of the Burkinshaw era. These were the sides I grew up with. My first game was Bill Nick’s testimonial at home to West Ham. I thought I was obsessed by Spurs until I went to that game. It was my initiation ceremony. I’d thought I’d never care about anything like I cared about this from that day on. Spurs were my first love. ‘The Boys From White…
I see this blog loosely as a work in three acts. Vitriol, facts and lastly some sense of conclusion. So here she is… What in the name of Norman Wisdom was that? A Champions League quarter final or an open audition for Celebrity Clusterfeck On Ice? The Spanish seemingly played with a football but whenever we got a touch of it it became a greasy sphere of helium with a poltergeist trapped inside it. Peter Crouch, part man, part giraffe, part rich feckin’ tea biscuit. Unfortunately out of all the possible combinations his brain was supplied by the biscuit. I…
Once more unto the breach, dear Yids, once more; Or close the wall up with our Chick King boxes. In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man As Modders stillness and humility: But when the blast of Azza Blud blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Steffen the Freundts, summon up the Thudd, Disguise fair shoooooots with hard-favour’d range; Then lend Arry’s twitching eye a terrible aspect; Let pry through the large port drunk in bed Like the brass cannon; let Sandro’s mono-brow o’erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled Bostock O’erhang and jutty his…