Pienaar, Gomes and All The Cranberry Stuffing You Can Eat
Ho, ho, ho and whatnot. We’ve said this a few times this season in one way or another, but it’s no doubt worth repeating: if Tottenham can come away with a point against the likes of Chelsea and be slightly miffed that it wasn’t thrice as many, then we’ve certainly come a long way. Baby. These days, talk of Three Point Lane sounds like the punch-line from an old joke pulled out of a novelty cracker- in that it wasn’t all that good the first time; and now doesn’t really make sense. As it’s us who seem more likely these days.
After the dust settled, you’d have to concede that a draw was about right. Just about. It will be Heuerlho Gomes’ job to find homes for all those kittens that were secreted up and down the country on Sunday evening- I was blessed with one at about five-thirty and another not long afterwards as the Brazilian decided to tombstone his fellow countryman with seconds on the clock. That was retrograde Gomes. Thank heck he managed to snap out of it pretty sharpish and provide a bloody helpful penalty save. They’ll be naysayers, you can rely on it. But if they’d like to write on a piece of paper a list of all the goalkeepers who’re completely immune to the odd moment of relapse- they might find they can put it back in the printing tray again as the page has nothing on it. Yup. You just saved a tree. Well, a bit of one at least.
Moving on. As the weekend turns into the plain old week- as it has a habit of doing- so with it comes further development in the Steven Peanut story. Will he? Won’t he? Do we care? Well you might when you hear that some actual quotes came out of the mouth of David Moyes yesterday, rather handily by the medium of words:
“It may well come to it in the January transfer window that we have to consider selling Pienaar to raise money,” said the Scot. “We need a striker but, realistically the sort of money we will raise through that route, what type of player is it going to buy us?”
The joke is, of course, that we could rather do with a new striker ourselves. Our midfield has been hit by a staggering amount of injuries of late and Pienaar might lend himself well to the role of understudy for the likes of Van der Vaart, Huddlestone et al- but that’s hardly the pressing issue here. Once they’re all sprung back into life again, another creative midfielder- even one as industrious as Steven- will be about as welcome as a Venky’s chicken on Big Sam’s Christmas dinner table. But, hey, I’m no expert. As you know.
Elsewhere, there’re some rather lovely t-shirts going on sale at the moment. I’m told any size will easily fold into a stocking or two. Can’t be bad.
Sleigh-bells ring, are you listening…
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