It’s Spurs away. How nice that is.
Welcome to the annual contest of style v substance. If you’re a new reader you might not know much about the visceral loathing we have for Spurs – The Public Image. That’s not to say everything about them is bad; they’ve got a couple of decent supporters, such as Jeff who runs the 100 Club and Dennis Greaves from Nine Below Zero. The trouble is that everything else about them screams modern and sterile. To labour the London cultural comparisons, Spurs are the modern Carnaby Street – the creativity and atmosphere have long gone. Now it exists to grab the last penny from tourists who enjoy it because they’re told to and because they don’t know any different. Chris Heck is taking lessons.
We’ve had our very own nineties revival at Spurs in the past couple of years. We’ve gone back to winning there and showing them what a successful team looks like, which has happened at other places as ell but being Spurs makes it even more enjoyable. They’ve got Andy Gray’s son playing for them. No, not that Andy Gray. No, not the other one either. This is another Andy Gray. Mile Jedinak’s one of their coaches although what he can teach them is a mystery. Spurs players aren’t allowed to kick the opposition.
Amazingly they’ve got the same manager they had last season. Don’t put money on him being there next season; he’s good at winning two-horse races when the other horse has a broken leg but that’s about all. Not that winning any sort of race bothers Spurs very much. Success isn’t the Spurs Way.
We’ve got a full squad to choose from, barring any unforeseen but not entirely unexpected misfortunes between now and kick-off. One of these teams will have an eye on their upcoming Champions League game. It won’t be Spurs.
