The Boys Who’ll Kick the Hornets’ Nest
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Watford dans la Cup, then. It’s quite a task these days to see the phrase cup magic written down and not mentally inscribe your own inverted commas; such has the stock fallen for the F.A’s premier knock-out competition in recent years. With the big club’s waning interest until the later rounds (seeing it instead as another breeding ground for those wet behind the ears or splintered about the buttock) coupled with the additional ‘prize’ of Europa League football for the winner- for some, it would appear, the road to Wembley is one paved with casual indifference as well as good intentions.
If you watched the farce at Craven Cottage last year you’ll know Spurs have been as guilty as anyone.
So, what about this time around? Have we mustered even just a little more interest? Too early say, I guess, but I do know that with the Oil Barons running themselves ashore in the last round and two of either United, Liverpool, Villa or Arsenal certain to go out this weekend, success at Wembley represents Tottenham’s best hope of hauling something into the trophy cabinet come May. So we possibly might want to give it a whirl. What’s the worst that could happen?
Oh, well. Yes. That would be quite terrible, actually.
Also, football on a Friday night? I’m not quite sure how I’m supposed to feel about that.
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