Happy Monday, Spursland. What a nice way to close out the season at the Lane. Two goals, a clean sheet, and a pair of sexy assists from much maligned players, Erik Lamela and Ryan Mason, that would make Zidedine Zidane weep with joy.
I don't even care that we probably didn't deserve a clean sheet, FINAL SCORE DON'T LIE! Glory, glory Tottenham Hotspur.
Now for the "news":
What is this non-sensationalist journalism doing in the Hoddle? I don't know, he seemed nice in the interview and I wanted to share.
Do we need a winger? I don't think we need another winger, but if we do, I'm going to trust Aslan on Eastern European dudes we should be buying. He's all about that Yarmo, not that Kono, so I am, too.
Don't move to places that can make you fabulously wealthy and compete for European glory; stay here in the Midlands, and let's grow old together.
p.s. I love the man you are becoming
Dembele worked in a midfield three, breaking up play for Ryan. Daniel Levy left a note on his door, said "Moose, we're selling you out of the country".
Dwelling on the ball gives Poch a heart attack-ack-ack, you oughta know by now...
Was one of those things Gareth Bale's presence and how it, aside from scoring the winning goal in two cup finals last year, has doomed Madrid, defaulting the title to Camp Nou? Because I think that is the obvious answer.
My desire to see this movie falls somewhere between guest writing the Hoddle and dry shaving on a Monday morning. You should check out the permalink, though, it's worth it.