now all sing along:
“Spurs are on their way to Wembley; Tottingham gonna do it again… etc. etc”
The only problem is; we have to play Chelsea in the final of the Capital One Carling Budweisser Watneys Pale Ale League Cup. But is that a problem? Yes, but its not an insurmountable one, as shown in 2008 when Aaron Lennon’s winner put them to the sword. Remember Aaron Lennon? Ahhhhh, the memories. At least that one’s in colour and not black’n’white like most of our glorious achievements.
And we arrive at Wembley in typical Spurs fashion: the hard way. After Eriksen’s stunning free kick we had a two goal lead on aggregate and thus could afford to sit back, relax, ‘chill’ (quite literally as it was in snowy Sheffield) and basically, switch off. Which we do so well. Unsurprisingly then, we were punished by 2 goals in 2 minutes by some upstart northern kid (sign him NOW) and were headed for extra time, possibly even the dreaded penalty shoot-out. All for our complacency in not seeing off the game.
And then… and then… as the minutes ticked away… and then Christian Eriksen again, Mr 88th-Minute-Man, as so many times previously this season, came to the rescue, scored the goal that puts us through. To the final. To Wembley. To DESTINY!!!!!
And what a goal.
Because it was the goal that signified something very special. Something previously lacking. Something truly wonderful.
And its all about our ‘Arry.
Everyone knows that Harry Kane (most people’s World Player of the Year) can score goals. Everyone knows that he’s a natural poacher. And that beyond that, he is a fighter. He comes back, even as far as his own half (more than most do), he fights, he tackles, he pursues. He plays with passion, with determination, for every ball, in every situation. May sound obvious really, but as you know; most players simply don’t.
Then yesterday something new, an evolution, a revolution, another dimension. As he picked up the ball, 30 yards out, back to goal. He spun round, saw Eriksen just moving past his defender, and he hit the most stunning, beautiful, perceptive, weighted, early, delicious, delightful, superlative pass into the Dane’s stride. It was Fabregas at his best. It was Iniesta on a good day, Zidane being sublime, even… Pele!!! He’d have been proud to play such a wonderful pass.
There’s still a lot of work to do at Spurs. There’s tons in fact. A lifetime of it. But where there is Harry Kane there is hope.
God bless him.
Happy Thursday
A xxxx
So we need buses, eh? Well we only needed 3 on new year’s day, whereas you needed at least 5, n’est ce pas??
So you’re shit at football and not very good at parking buses.
There is old saying in my home town: “A melhor defesa é o ataque”
In English: The best defence is a good offense.
Just bring plenty of buses – you are going to need them.
Diego Costa will be on a 6 month ban for stamping, biting, punching, shooting players by then, Hazard will be injured (little wimp) and John Terry’s old people’s home don’t let their clients out on weekends in case they get lost. Maybe you can get Lampard on a loan from Man City?
Quite right, errrr… deliberate mistake to ensure people are reading every word and treating these pages with the seriousness they warrant. Of course it was Woody. Lennon scored the winner in the league defeat of Chelsea. We beat them so often it all gets confusing.
The world needs pedantic, OCD people. Apparently.
xxx
I think you’ll find that it was Jonathan Woodgate who scored the winner against Chelsea. And I would know, cos I was there, which means that part of the credit should go to me. Plus, a quick Google search confirmed it, just in case, like you, I was losing my mind. Which in my case, oddly, I wasn’t.
It is better for us that we play the better side from last night; we do not go too well against the lesser teams. Especially ones north. Just north, nasty place. But Totenham will bring the bus, maybe two busses at same time ha-ha to use English humour. Nevermind though, Diego is on stampeding form and will crush these weeds under his heel. We look forward to the battle Mr Andy.