‘I’m Just So Lucky’ | Harry, Roy and the Rovers
I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t the popular choice,
I know I am, it’s been everywhere, in every paper every day…”
Harry Redknapp, there, on the burdens of being popular.
A very good morning to you. First up, if I can be so bold, talk of the weekend’s football. It’s been a long while since I watched a Spurs game where the pleasure of viewing wasn’t underpinned by a dreadful sense of unease. That, given the chance and one or two spicy crosses hurled into our six-yard box, we’d collapse like a diving board made of wet Hobknobs.
Thank goodness, then, for Blackburn Rovers. Their monstrous under-ambition meant my doom-o-meter tipped rarely close to ooh-I-don’t-like-the-looks-of-this-much and certainly nowhere near the we’re-going-to-balls-it-all-up-I-just-know-it levels I had bargained for. And for that I was quietly grateful.
Kean’s stiffs just had nothing to offer. The zero-heavy stats were useful in quantifying their terribleness, but the actual viewing would confirm that they indeed were the worst thing to come to The Lane since Chripy contracted bird-flu. Frankly they deserve what’s coming to them. Cowardly stuff.
Still, let’s not try and devalue our efforts too much. There’s not been too much to cheer about in recent weeks. Blackburn may’ve been the footballing equivalent of orange-topped milk but we certainly did everything that was required of us- which is all you can ask in such circumstances.
Rather going beyond the call of duty on Sunday, was recently decorated full-back, Kyle Walker. After sheepishly enquiring whether he might possibly have a crack at this one, Rafa, if it’s not too much bother, he went about slamming it in the top corner with the power of Zeus. Like BAE’s against Everton, there was the slightest hint of a deflection, but nothing as to be consequential to the ball’s trajectory and final resting place. That baby was destined for greatness. Football sex. All over Paul Robinson’s face.
Elsewhere, Sandro was all kinds of fabulous. He can run, he can tackle, he can shoot. In the words of Withnail, imagine getting into a fight with the f*cker. The boy’s the future and it’s probably in your best interests to get onboard.
I’ll leave you as I joined you, then, with our clandestine supremo:
“I am very fortunate, there’s lots of people who would give anything to have the job I have got here.
“I am just so lucky to be working here, working with fantastic players every day. For any manager, or for anyone who loves football, to be doing what I am doing at this particular club is great so I don’t feel like that.
“I suppose it has dragged on. It is no problem, I will just get on with my job here and hopefully we have got a good end to the season to come.
“We’ve had a great season so far and we have got three games to get that Champions League spot now and that is all my focus has ever been on, nothing has ever changed that”
Quite.
Three games to go.
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