Today we have a guest post from @anicoll5
An interesting week for us and the neighbours. Our trip to Munich yielding a respectable result and a good performance against a team who are currently better than we are at football, I know, I know, but it has to be said. The only frustration an injury to Mesut. Later in the week we here Rambo may take a little longer to return. But we are Arsenal supporters – what are injuries to us ? Chaff in the breeze – Pfffft.
For Tottenham Hotspur a full-on nightmare seven days. Sherwood happily in the shower, soaping his undercarriage and whistling ‘Nice One Cyril’, when out of the blue Anthony Perkins peers round the curtain.
Utterly humiliated by error after error at the Bridge, after which this month’s Spuds manager Tim tore a strip off the players for their appalling collective attitude. It is said there was much shouting and air clearing.
Then on Thursday night a home QF tie against Benfica. Mighty Benfica, one of the great clubs of Europe, though not in the current elite. After some shocking Europa Cup opponents, Tromso, Simferpol ( eh ?) this was surely a night with the potential to be one the long suffering fans of N17 could remember in years to come.
Two hours later the banks of empty blue seats told their own shocking tale. Cluelessness reached a new depth. Tim has had a confrontation with Jesus. His team have been crucified. He is off to the dressing room for another tongue whipping of the shocking white shirted troop of clowns and charlatans. The ashen faced Levy gropes again for his trusty axe.
Now what is the point of this tale you ask ? Other than to wallow in the juicy pleasure of Spuds’ anguish and their supporters engaging in the sort of civil war we can only dream off.
Well it is this.
I refuse to believe that Spuds can be that bad again. It would defy the laws of history, and of physics. I anticipate a tight, hard battle, with not a second allowed for players on the ball, with errors punished ruthlessly, and for Dean the opportunity to gain an entry to the record books for cards issued. Refer back to the title therefore, and he who crows last crows longest, and probably loudest.
And if my caution is misplaced – If the game and the result do go the way of footballing form, and of player and managerial quality, and Mr Dean keeps his hand on his holiday money ?
Well I predict the death of Tottenham Hotspur Football Cub, no more, no less.
I thank you.