Sitting down to type when one's lip is literally still quivering with rage must surely be
ill-advised, but how else to express sheer, undiluted incandescence? Here at AANP Towers we are
generally loath to criticise the officials, since their job is jolly difficult, their mistakes are
always honest and frankly I imagine that to a man the players make many more errors per game.
"The measure of greatness is not how many you win, but how you react to defeat". Or something
along those lines. In fact, AANP may have invented that just now.
Anyway, the point is that the epithet has been fairly redundant for as far back as I can
remember, as we would generally fail to win in the first place, and then react to defeat with
another defeat, or a two-goal lead thrown away late on, or whatever.
Three more points, and all comfortable enough, but this being AANP Towers, and we being Spurs
fans, I react to third place in the festive season not by praising our heroes, but by flagging up
areas for improvement.
Specifically, I do beseech our heroes to make life a bit easier for all concerned by walloping
opponents out of sight once in a while.
Apologies for the tardiness – AANP Towers has been overrun by tiny people the last few
days...
And it had all begun so well. Our lot spent the opening minutes pinging the ball between
themselves with such dizzying rapidity that the only time a Chelski touched the thing in the
opening ten minutes was that lad on halfway, who was promptly crunched by Sandro, releasing Bale to
release Adebayor for our goal.
