Happy Monday, Spursland!
The Monday morning reality is always easier to face in the wake of goals, goals, goals, isn't it? Not that the entire match was easy. In fact, 50% of the game were downright frustrating. The mark of good teams, however, is to not let negative results pile up, and to continue accruing points in workmanlike fashion. We seem to be doing that.
Also, it's good to have Christian Eriksen looking really lively in front of goal again. I happen to think he is one hell of a player, but I know he isn't universally loved by our supporters.
At this point I'm going to make a connection to something I wrote last week. After David Bowie's passing, I wrote about how I would commandeer the juke box from time to time at an old job, leading off with his classic "Suffragette City". There were other staples I would turn to in hopes of livening the atmosphere, and this week, I will find ways to share them with you all.
Today, in Eriksen's honor, I share a song that, like our Danish Delight, oozes style and charisma even if people can't agree on the level of greatness: Gorillaz "Sound Check (Gravity)". Don't worry, Christian. You never let me down.
Stay tuned for tomorrow's song.
And now for the "news":
Good on the record stuff. Off the record he prayed to six different gods he didn't force a move to the Wearside club after his loan spell a couple years back.
Also, is it just me, or is it hard to reconcile how quiet Danny is in interviews with his somewhat fiery on field demeanor?
Only if we resign Berbatov, Ibra, or Lewandowski. Irish strikers play with transcendent Eastern Europeans at Spurs, and that's non negotiable. Yes, I know Ibra is Swedish born, but I don't think I have to tell you twice that's not an ethnically Swedish name.
Anyway, sign Ibrahimovic, I mean, Shane Long.
Steady, Brendan. Steady...
He must be incredibly frustrating to play against, but it sure is nice to have a wind up merchant on our side for once. Nice to be a little edgier than just the soft team who can play nice football. He's a lad, and this is Tottenham.
I'd like it very much if he weren't so nice and started to get really philosophical/weird like Cantona did. Alas, the Danes are a happy people, damning Christian to a life of contentment. Poor b******.
I don't know, Bale scored and got hurt. Made me nostalgic so I included it.
On another note: talk about some angsty commenters. You all support Madrid! Try to enjoy your glory hunting a little.