Happy Tuesday, Spursland!
In an effort to bring back some old charm to the Hoddle, I made a few grammatical errors in yesterday's edition. Guess I had a bout of sentimentality. Isn't it funny how sometimes old things, no matter how inefficient or useless they become can reassure us just the same?
Which leads us to the transfer rumor mill. I've said it before, and I'll say it again, but there is something life affirming for me when the boys at the rags start dredging up old stories about Pocho Lavezzi, Saido Berahino, or a few years back, our all time favorite, Leandro Damião. It's nice on some level to know that while the names may change, our sensibilities will not. Silly season will outlive us all.
But this isn't an article about me finally comprehending my own mortality in the face of the transfer window--it's about terrible taste. So let's have it. What has been the worst rumor you've fallen for, what crap headline did you click, even though you knew better? And just to even the playing field let's exclude our old Brazilian white whale.
I'm really interested in seeing what terrible rumors got us going.
And now for the "news":
He has a cool name. He plays in Russia. He is an out and out striker. When has this combination ever let Spurs down?
And then he makes what seems to be a rather obvious prediction given the bold nature of his original statement.
And our patron saint wasn't just talking about the postal code in which we reside.
So I will make another one. And another...