A week’s a long time in football, the old saying goes. Or is that politics? Or prison? Hmm, well either way the point remains that seven days is a considerable stretch. Not long long like a year or anything (or even a month) just, you know, lengthy. Turn back them hands of time to last Sunday morning, for example, when Spurs were nine points worse off and that clinking you could hear was the sound of a shotgun barrel knocking against your teeth. I’ll bloody end it all if we lose to West Ham, I swear to god!
A week on from beating the Hammers plus victories against Liverpool and Fulham and suddenly there’s a warm glow on our faces and everything smells like banana flavoured Angel Delight again. The more things change, eh?
Back into 4th and level on points with Chelsea.
It was nice to see Sandro among the goals; his only other attack of the net-ruffles coming in similarly booming fashion against the abovementioned Russians, some twenty months ago. Schwarzer perhaps could’ve delayed its route to goal with a sturdier wrist but it was hit true and steady like an almighty b*stard, so there was no real shame in conceding. Here’re the words our man Andre used when asked about the Rhino from Riachinho.
“He’s such a good player. In a performance like this, it’s difficult to single out individuals, but Sandro has been amazing for us.”
Amazing’s the word. Now all we need is The Boy Parker back in action if only to allow Sandro a minute or two’s breather. There’s a case to made in playing them both in order to get Dembele further up upfield, but that’s for another day.
I’ll leave you happy souls with a video of hollow-legged calorie-vacuum, Adam Richman, presenter of Man vs. Food and bonafide Spurs aficionado. To anyone disputing whether this club can possibly mean as much to someone living thousands of miles away in Foreignland, take note of Adam’s reaction when given a chance to take a private tour of The Lane.
I like the guy.
I don’t care if Monday’s blue.
Tuesday’s grey and Wednesday too.
Thursday I don’t care about you.
Well I blame Stuart Pearce for ruining Wednesday. How is anyone supposed to take international football seriously again when Frazier Campbell is pulling on an England shirt against the World Cup runners-up? I mean, really. I’m all for reaching out to the community and all that but his brief turn at Spurs was one of the most depressing mini-sagas in human history. Don’t bother trying to prove me wrong. I’ve done my research.
Memory is its own research.
Talking of depressing sagas, how’s about our recent league record against Man United? As the French would almost definitely not say, the figures are tres non magnifique. In fact, the last occasion we ousted the Manchester rouge, Willem Korsten netted twice in what would be the final game of his muddled career. Way back in 2001*. True enough, our home form against United isn’t nearly as repugnant as it is at Old Trafford- where we might as well jettison the team bus into the Thames, rather than make the petrol-wasting 194 mile journey up the M6- it’s still nothing short of sewage.
Maybe it’s not what the kids on the street think is cool these days, but my only wish for Sunday is that we put out a team which contains our best players in their best positions. A straightforward policy which, for the main, has put us in rather fine stead this season. Apparently it’s when we start to over-complicate that things tend to go a bit awry. What I’d like to see, then, is Bale and Lennon hugging the touchline, burning the living heckingtons out of their fullback’s behinds; Van der Vaart back in the hole (easy there) providing support for Adebayor; and Brad Friedel betwixt the posts where his heart belongs. Okay, if we insist on tinkering, maybe the follically hindered American can play as a deep-lying playmaker in the second half. Just for the LOLs.
In other news, Wayne Rooney has returned from his bout of the sniffles for United and will play, so says Alex Ferguson. And, for us, Sandro will almost certainly start in place of the suspended England captain, Scott Parker- who had a rather costly leak in his mind-tank last week. You live and learn. You live and learn.
Right let’s be ‘aving them. 2-1 to the Hotspur.
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