Dukes of Hazard
Afternoon, love cats.
I trust Hallmark day has left you in amorous form. If that’s another word for bankrupt.
Talking of all things sexy- how’s about them Spurs, eh? Dishing out the pure filth on Saturday evening in a manner which some god-fearing folk might deem inappropriate. There were children in attendance, after all. Plenty were tucking heartily into their words after Saha boffed in a double in double-quick fashion; I’m still suffering from indigestion having been forced to gobble them up so quickly after my tea.
Saha took his goals well but the star of the evening was undoubtedly Adebayor. Colossal, so he was. A better service provider you couldn’t hope to find if you’d piggy-backed onto Bill Gates’ home network. I bet the erstwhile Evertonian can’t believe his luck. That’s quite a partner he’s found himself. And quite a team.
Harry Redknapp has a lot to think about.
Meanwhile a somewhat exciting tale regarding Eden Hazard has been causing quite a stir this week. Rather more than you’re average pin-the-tail-on-the-headline the gutter press normally cook up , this yarn contains actual words from the man himself. From his mouth, no less.
“Maybe it will be Tottenham. It is a great English club,” he told RTBF.
“I said that I would go to England and there is very good players [at Spurs]. I have not yet signed, this is going to happen soon,”
Blimey. Dishy French journalist, Phillipe Auclair, thinks he’s heard stupider proposals (although he didn’t suggest where) and, frankly, that’s enough for me. Of course there’s every reason to believe that this is simply a bargaining chip being lain down by the Belgian bottle-rocket; with which to alert other (richer) clubs who’ve flirted with the idea of being interested that he’s ready for a move.
But let’s just hope Mr. Hazard doesn’t mind getting paid in old copies of The Beano and Nectar points. Then we could be in business.
Watch this space.
Watch it.
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