The Hotspur Way is used to seeing some generally ridiculous statements on its Twitter timeline, but there was something particularly ridiculous about something we spotted today in amongst the universal condemnation handed out towards Adrian Durham* following his mugging in Rio. “Not much gossip today hey Spurs fans! #boring #rubbish” Yes, that was an actual Tweet. For a set of supporters that rip each other to pieces come mid August through ITK based frustration, you have to laugh at the sight of one of our own moaning about it. But to be fair, we probably do all share a far softer spot…
Author: Sam Antrobus
With Tottenham Hotspur’s season now nothing but a Laurent Koscielny-shaped stain in the memory, musings across the blogosphere have now turned to transfer speculation to feed off our misery instead of simply results. And in wasting little time on getting into the act, we thought we’d do this same: let’s go, David Villa! Yes, that’s the one, the record-breaking, World Cup winning, Champions League conquering, Spanish goal-machine. The thought of a player of his caliber coming to White Hart Lane would usually make you think, for want of a better word, that the rumour was nothing short of absolute bollocks.…
As a football fan first and foremost, it might seem a little strange to feel pleased to see the back of a Premier League season. But even by the unrivalled levels of torture that Tottenham Hotspur tend to put us through every year, this term has been one of the most exhaustive in recent memory. Whether it’s been the lingering suspicion that’s continued to bubble under the surface towards a new manager with something to prove, or unease around the new blood drafted in to form an entirely new spine of the team, more than anything, we were hardly short…
When Tottenham Hotspur announced their three-year partnership with ‘ticketing marketplace’ company StubHub back at the start of the season, it’s probably fair to say there weren’t many of us who gave too much of a monkeys. Announced on deadline day last summer while we were all too busy getting well and truly Levy-ed, the fact the club were happy to use Jake Livermore’s aesthetics to front news of the deal probably tells you everything you need to know about how newsworthy it felt; low-profile indeed. Although as the more well researched amongst us have dug-deeper and actually gone to the…
While the majority of Tottenham Hotspur fans rejoiced, kakked themselves and bled white and Dave Whelan blue for all of 20 odd minutes last night, the writing felt very much on the wall for our mooted Champions League saviors last night. It was hardly a vintage Arse performance by any stretch of the imagination although while Bobby M’s picture-perfect brand of pretty patterned football looked very good indeed, their glaring faults – and indeed, why they deserve to be relegated – were exposed all too easily in the end. How is this relevant to us, I hear some of you…
Nearly 12 months, 36 Premier League games and a 25 goal haul of Gareth Bale-fired goals later, and for all the fluctuating of players and management, it seems nothing has really changed at Tottenham Hotspur. The catering at our immortal cathedral still tastes like something Mike Tyson spat out circa 1995. The old git who used to flog shit computers and now flogs an even shitter television programme is still chatting absolute tripe about our football club. And, ah yes that’s it: we’re still unable to get the top four job done. Groundhog day comes in all shapes and sizes,…
Danny Rose has never really struck many at Tottenham Hotspur as something resembling the prodigal son, but following what’s been a cracking season on loan at Sunderland this term, he seems likely to return to the club as something resembling a holy figure. Like the savior himself, armed with a cracking left peg and an array of dodgy barnets, Rose has been heralded by many as the man ready to come and breathe new life into what has become an extremely dilapidated left-back berth at the club. Yet we’re not quite so convinced that this new-found love for the 22-year-old…
Perhaps the writing was on the wall for this one as soon as the final whistle blew against Manchester City, but a point for Spurs against Wigan Athletic just wasn’t what the doctor ordered. We huffed, we puffed but were ultimately unable to blow Roberto Martinez’s little DW house down and while things are hardly terminal for our top four chances, all yesterday has done is serve to turn the forthcoming game against Chelsea into something of a cup final on steroids. Considering our track record in dealing with pressure, we could have probably done without that. The side was…
We’ll start this blog with a simple public health warning to all those affliated with our wonderful white half of North London: stay away from the fixture predictors. They’re scum, garbage; migraine inducing, venom producing, hysteria infusing weapons of mass dysfunction. And when placed in the hands of the wrong people – predominantly ourselves with our bordering-on-nihilistic apprehension for self-destruction – they can be deadly. At this time of the season, it might not be such a bad idea to take things one step at a time and if further evidence was needed, we could do a lot worse than…