Happy Wednesday, Spursland! Well, this international break thing sucks. There is nothing here, It's like New York City, but the one from I Am Legend, or the seats at a screening of After Earth.
And now the "news"
Long ago in years past, I expressed a sadness at the passing of Harry Redknapp's time at Tottenham. You see, there are times such as the dead of summer or the international breaks where writing everyday about one team in particular and needing to fill space gets rather hard. That was never really an issue during the Harry years. Whenever nobody was saying anything during the international breaks, who was always there, leaning out of his car window? Harry never let me down and I panicked a bit when Harry left. I was excited for AVB, to be sure, but the thought in the back of my mind during those early days was very much a "what the fuck am I going to write about during the slow times." But I needn't have feared, because as we can see today, Harry may have left the club, but he will never ever let me down.
Oh, please don't let this go exactly the way I know it is going to go.
I don't know anything about French football, I assume they eat cassoulet at halftime? But in an effort to further educate myself I have turned to this little site. It is good, you should go to it and read and comment and tell your friends about it.
This is CGI. People don't move that way. Well maybe Taylor Swift does, but only because she is a demon who has assumed human form. We got proof.
Continued floundering in mid table I would expect.
Oh, he is stirring dear friends, stirring like he is building himself a rue. Stirring things up like Fat Clamenzza when he teaches Mike how to make pasta sauce. Stirring things up like one of those skinny straws you use in coffee, but only assholes use to drink the coffee. Yeah, that's enough with the stirring.