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Hola. Once more, not been online long enough to blog in the last week. Everyday mundane stuff like coke and hookers have got in the way. We won at Boro. Three points. Three games left, two at home. Have to win all three, which could see us finish 5th. Some of that thank you very much. And maybe next season we can look at winning consistently at away from home and make sure we only lose to one or two at home (preferably none, but I'm sure Man Utd will rape us like we've been hit with Rohypnol).

Football, turns you inside out more than anything on this planet (excluding women). Just ask any Chelsea fan.

First I had the usual pre-game tension...except bigger than usual...chain-smoking, hitting the vodka...hard.
Everton score...nice...can't really believe my prediction of an Everton win is actually going to happen.

If Chelsea win the quadruple, no doubt he will request all four trophies to be melted down and then sculptured perfectly into a statue of his likeness, which he will then demand to have placed in his bedroom, where each night he can gently kiss his metallic lifeless doppelganger, whispering to it and caressing its cold hard exterior whilst basking in the fact that he truly is the omnipotent king of the universe.

The two sanctimonious smug cunts on ITV are the worst. In addition they have David Pleat who, cleverly tricks you into inviting his voice into your living room (Good evening everybody) as you reach for your control, not fully understanding why you are turning the volume up and not switching over.
Slowly but surely, Pleat inflicts the listening viewers to a slow death, brain hemorrhage the result as they struggle to keep up with the creation of new ungrammatical sentences and mis-pronounced names.

Credit to a member of the COYS forum (I'll add his name once I have it). Good work fella.
Arsenal dressing room:
Wenger - "Right listen closely this is what we will do. Tottenham will try and defend their lead and hang on for one nil, [suppressing a laugh] they try this every year. Their CBs will camp out on the edge of their penalty area, they already started this behaviour as soon as they scored.

If you left White Hart Lane in the 90th minute and missed the Jenas goal, don't fret. I'm sure Spurs will be releasing the Special Edition DVD of the game, including the directors cut ending where Jenas adds another goal in the 97th minute (the directors cut ending is included in narrative format only and accompanied with black and white illustrations of the alternative fictional ending).

Its been a tough week or so. That's personally, hence lack of blog entries. Was aiming to comment on several TopSpurs articles, but found myself lacking any kind of time. Made worse is the fact that my crock of shit pc is about die on me. Also, the weather means more time spent in beer gardens taking snapshots of thighs and upskirts. So, what's been happening in the world of Spurs?

Falling in short in Europe means we have to aim as high as possible in the Prem, to make sure we are back in the UEFA Cup next season. Arsenal (gulp) next Saturday. But I'll come to that later in the week. Today, Wigan. Which is a game I'm likely to miss due to girlfriend commitments (BBQ in deepest Essex). I'll have to 'watch' my Spurs Mobile text messages.

The dream is over. But credit all round to Jol and the players for the Cup run. In the end we came up short, and once more we left feeling a little frustrated with the old 'shooting ones self in the foot' that we do pretty well. If Simon Cowell was judging us on The Choke Factor, he'd remark:
"Spurs take their fans to the edge, within in touching distance, before stumbling backwards and landing on their bum.

I'll be spending the day in Middlesbrough, but should be back in London by 7pm, so shouldn't have a problem getting to the game on time. I will go postal if I'm delayed (so keep an eye on the news for any passenger incidents on the Great Northern Railway).
With UEFA critical of the police in the Rome and Sevilla games its good to see a fair reaction to the troubles from the top dogs.

Time to digest all the reports (from fans and media) surrounding the riot police and the general battering our fans got in Sevilla. Everyone seems to be saying the same thing, and having seen some high res footage of the incidents, seems that it was pretty conclusive that the geared up Old Bill got a little too 'say hello to my little friend'. One eye witness account from the day suggests that there was allegedly a steady build up of fan trouble, with Spurs inciting outside the ground.

From the official Spurs site:

Club Secretary John Alexander is today calling for answers from the Spanish authorities as to what prompted the disturbing scenes during the match last night.

"Our supporters have been on four trips into Europe before this and have behaved impeccably so something was clearly different in the way they were treated last night to suffer this sort of response," said John this afternoon.

Disgraceful scenes during the Sevilla v Spurs UEFA Cup Q-F. How fucking hard is it to pronounce Chimbonda? If it isn't bad enough watching Robbie Earl stutter away pitch side with a cotton bud cello-taped to his cheek we also have to listen to David Pleat creating players that don't even exist. Shimbonba? Shimshombo?I mean fuckin 'ell. Can someone at ITV not take him aside for a couple of minutes and explain how to break words down phonetically?

Rampant yet almost fruitless Spurs 1 Plucky Reading 0
20 odd chances, countless fluffing about in front of goal, wonderful football, the odd player or two not fully on song, and one dubious penalty and one blatant disallowed goal. Oh and three points.
An entertaining match at the Lane and holy crap we've even gone and got ourselves a clean sheet.