Milan About The House
This, as they say, is it. Or something very close to it at the absolute least. Spurs against AC Milan. White Hart Lane. And if the sound of that doesn’t get your soul creaking like an old floorboard then, frankly, I don’t know what will. Your innards must be comprised of pulped bone and bits of tin. Yeah. So deal with that. Robot!
The good news from the weekend is that Boy Wonder’s unruly back didn’t show any sign of relapse- moreover the Welshman looked positively radiant in his brief shift on the potato fields of Molinuex. Bursting into a trademark lung-popping run after what felt like a few seconds. Whether that will prompt ‘Arry into starting him is another matter. Unlikely, you say?
More of what we saw in Milan, then. Plenty of guts and positive action; whilst doing our best not to get enticed into any funny business, should the Rosseneri decide that their best mode of attack is surgical strike. I’m looking at you, Flamini. Big hearts, big perfomances. We’ll do fine.
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