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Knowing Me, Knowing You
With Harry’s tax evasion spectre finally cast aside last week, it was just typical that Fabio would prematurely and inexplicably jack in the England job within a couple of hours, meaning another spectre is now looming larger than ever. Fate has decided...
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Fog Blank
After a week where the weather brought the country to a halt, it wasn’t the snow but the fog that threatened last night’s game. But the weather wasn’t our only enemy. With half the team sidelined and Harry stranded when his flight went the way of many...
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Norfolk Lords
That was more like it. Our last away league performance left me feeling like your average North Korean – hysterical, staggering and full of bloody rhetoric – but last night’s showing was more like it. With most of the top seven failing to win, it was...
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The Silly Season
With the legs getting weary, the pitches getting heavy and the injuries piling up like turkey leftovers, the festive fixtures often throw up more surprises than your average pisshead on New Year’s morning. This season has certainly been no exception....
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Coming up Rosie
At long last, it’s official. Harry’s not a crook. After five years, nine associated arrests and enough man-hours to dig a tunnel from Southwark to Sandy Banks, Harry’s been found not guilty of attempting to defraud the public revenue. The same public...
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The Shape of Things to Come
This week, Harry’s received praise in some quarters for his willingness to make drastic changes when things are going wrong. Comments like that will seem strange to a lot of us, as we often complain that he waits until the horse does a runner before bolting...
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Up, but not yet Running
At least whatever else happens, we’re not going to have two points after eight games. I’m not ashamed to admit that this nightmare scanario seemed like a little more than a remote possibility after the utter rubbish we put in against Norwich, but Sunday...
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April Cool
Was it really seven weeks without a league win? Was it really seven weeks ago that we forcibly ejected the Geordies from their house, manhandled them all the way to their local branch of Northern Rock and demanded that they withdrew money, before roughly...
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Stale, Mate. Stale
Restrained. Cagey. Nervy. This season, many of our visits to the so-called big grounds – the first half at St James’, the first half at Eastlands, both halves at Anfield – have been characterised by a level of caution that flies (very carefully) in the...
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Evenage
Certain things scream ‘cup upset Trevor!’ louder than even John Motson. In September 2010, Young Boys’ surprisingly impressive stadium (big screen and all), artificial pitch and sprinkling of international players suggested it wasn’t going to be the comfortable...
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Don't Believe the Hype
The footballing world is currently engaged in a major conspiracy against Tottenham Hotspur. The various branches of the media have clubbed together with opposing managers and numerous pundits to weave a web of deceit and manipulation, all to unsettle...
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Time for the Magic
I was 11 when Spurs last won the FA Cup. Needless to say, the year ended in a 1. I remember asking my dad whether we’d have to wait until 2001 for the next one. Of course, it seemed ridiculous. 10 years was an eternity. We couldn’t possibly have to wait...
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SanDRO…SanDRO…at least he’s warm and he ain’t in the snow
Sadly, Sandro’s injury was about the only thing of any note that happened in that turgid affair at QPR last week. Having Parker back is a huge boost, but losing the Brazilian is one hell of a blow – not least because he’s been getting better and better...
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Cold and Conflicts
It was a night of cold and a night of conflicts as the Spurs (who my relatives in Greece and Cyprus support from a distance) met the Grecian greens of Panathinaikos (the team we all follow over there.) Not to be confused with Olympiakos, their biggest...
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Mind the Gaps
They’d probably have to invent a new swear word to describe the way a lot of us are feeling right now. Whatever that word is, it would come before words like shock, disbelief, bewilderment, non-comprehension, all rolled together and multiplied by a thousand....
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It Was Across a Crowded Bar
…..that their eyes met. Although the moment was brief, fleeting, both had felt it. Each had noticed the other. There she was, perched on a barstool – some might say a pedestal – in a tight, shimmering silver dress. Eyes of deep blue, golden hair tied...
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Revolving Daws
There’s more to a football club than its personnel. A football club has an ethos, an identity, a collective characteristic or disposition that defines and bonds those within it. To put it simply, it has a soul (possibly discounting a few I could mention.)...
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Patterns in the Snow
In the freezing depths of winter, with the wind howling and the clock ticking and the snow stinging our eyes, Clint struck the last match in the box to ignite the dying embers and rescue us from the cold. For 92 minutes, this was classic Man United: nick...
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Plucking the Home Duck
There was a horrible monkey on our backs going into the weekend, but we’ve (ahem) spanked him off now. Four home games in and we’ve got that win. But boy did it look unlikely. If that display against Norwich was one of the worst I’ve seen in about a decade,...
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It's Never too Easy
Going in 2-0 up at half time without having to survive so much as a corner, let alone a shot in anger, we were slicing through the Saints with abandon. Lennon was dragging the full-back inside and releasing an untracked Walker time after time, while Defoe...
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Dark Days are Here Again
For someone who still wakes up in a cold sweat remembering those grim days of the 90s, Saturday’s display provided a reminder that I really didn’t need. Back then, it was only the humour that got you through. Now that we hope for a little more than a...
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The Evil Switch
Okay, that’s it now. I want to know who keeps flicking the magic switch that sends our team into standby mode. Acting in a similar way to the on and off button on a TV, this dangerous device induces a collective tiredness, panic and loss of concentration...
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The Jaws of Victory
As the unthinkable became a harsh and horrendous reality yesterday, there descended on me the kind of feeling that can only be expressed through acts of violence towards innocent, inanimate objects. Words have trouble doing that feeling justice. Even...
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Here we go Again
While flicking through Sky recently, I came across a low budget horror movie about a group of people being tormented by an evil demon at sea. One of the main characters was a Spurs fan. I thought to myself that some of our recent summer transfer activity...
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Cottage Pie
In a time when the comeback is king and the dying embers often prove to be the hottest, Saturday’s result goes to show that the first goal can still be massively important. Unless of course we’re having one of our ‘take the lead, have a man sent off and...