Good Wednesday to you, Tottenham Hotspur supporters. Today is the calm before the storm, the day before we go on to play six in 16. Breathe deep; another season defining stretch is upon us. And in honor of breathing, and music in the Hoddle, I'll leave this here. *Some possibly NSFW lyrics.
And now for the "news":
Sorry we're not sorry, Viola Nation. As if Ben Daniels dropping that ether was not bad enough, now you have the Azzurri manager spitting this hot fire. Even Dylan is impressed.
Remember when they gave the number eight shirt to Scott Parker when Jermaine Jenas was still on the team? Paulihno, could you step into my office? We have to talk.
Normally, I would not link to the Mail, but holy hell, how much cocaine is this article on?
That's the actual title of the piece, not a joke. The poor b*******.
This is no time to feel self-righteous, and make blanket statements about Chelsea fans. This isn't us versus them. This is bigger than football rivalry. Bigotry, in any form, is loathsome. This is decent human beings versus hate.
Ending on a lighter note. Plus, there's more talent in these three clips than I saw in years of my ex-girlfriend watching the Kardashians whine their way to stardom.