Turkey Twizzlers vs. Tottenham
Bioelectricity, The Shroud of Turin, Steve Kean’s status as a Premier League manager. Just some of the many unsolved mysteries of the universe. I’ve come to the conclusion that the Blackburn supremo has remained as such because of the impression he gives of a man constantly on the look out for a fight. Or at least a bloody good argument. Those chicken salesman would’ve probably fired the Scot by now if they didn’t think the act alone would trigger some kind of garden shears-wielding poultry genocide. Behind the smiles and uncompromising stoicism, he does look awfully cross.
But, then, I guess you’d be somewhat of a prickly customer, had your every move since day one been almost unanimously lampooned. The press don’t fancy him much; the players seem relatively uninspired. Even the fact that the fans’ protest the other week ended up being a rather damp squib of an affair, cannot overshadow the foremost detail that it happened at all. His borrowed time is on borrowed time, as they say.
Tottenham head to Ewood in defensive dire straights. If either Bassong or Kaboul do themselves anything close to a mischief between now and tomorrow afternoon, rumour has it that Gomes will play as the deep-lying quarter-back and to hell with the consequences. The hope is that we’ll be so far in the ascendancy from the off, no-one will have taken the time to noticed. 2-1 half-time, 3-1 full-time, says this blogsworth. Adebayor to get at least all of them.
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