The Immovable General Levy
Greetings, people of Earth. We have signs of life. The armada of swanky European sports cars pulling up at The Lodge on Monday morning may have looked like a grand procession for the overindulged and underworked- for the men of Hotspur, though, it signalled the end of the long hot summer and the beginning of some serious pre-campaign slog. The whiff of coconut oil and leathery red passports replaced with that of recently washed training bibs and good old fashion perspiration. The hard work, as they say, starts here. This way for some pictures of the chaps in training ground action. Boff!
The good news, as much as you can garner from photographs of men wearing padded mitts and running about in the rain, is that everyone looks pretty focused on the job in hand. Dare I say it, some of them actually looked happy to be there. I know. Bloody cheek. Couple that with the upbeat chat from the likes and Van der Vaart and BAE about the coming season and it appears- from the outside, at least- that there’s harmony in the camp. Even with the Modric saga rumbling along like a knackered old washing machine.
Talking of which. More resolved work from our Chairman this week- another bankable set of quotes that should sweep this whole grubby business under the shag-pile. (Not if the Daily Mail has anything to do with it, I grant you.) With windows rolled and gaze set to ‘steely’, it appears for now at least, the Levy is not for turning:
“That’s the end of it. As I said a few weeks ago, there’s no further discussion on it.
“He’s been on holiday but we’ve now had the conversation and he understands our position.”
Well, quite.
31 Responses to The Immovable General Levy