Take that, Champions League. Cagey away teams? Ten men behind the ball? Sheer gubbins, cried the
merry men of White Hart Lane. We did it the Tottenham way, and while some will probably berate
‘Arry for not adopting a more conservative approach, particularly when two goals ahead, I
revelled almost drunkenly in our insistence upon flying forward at every given opportunity.
As if a flight across time-zones was not discombobulating enough, I found myself stepping off
the plane to be greeted by the news that Alan Hutton had scored for us, while Jermaine Jenas had
put in a decent performance and Robbie Keane had started -all of which left me wondering whether I
had flown into a new space-time continuum rather than simply across continents.
A good bourbon. Terminator 2 with surround sound. Scantily clad nubile young women
prancing around AANP Towers. Just a selection of some of the finer things in life, which get the
juices flowing here at AANP Towers, and to this exalted list can be added an evening kick-off at
home to l'Arse.
