European “Super” League; a hidden darkside
The point I am going to make here is a simple one. This is what I know. This is what I am used to. This is what I have invested 54 years of my life believing in and feeling comfortable with.
The point I am going to make here is a simple one. This is what I know. This is what I am used to. This is what I have invested 54 years of my life believing in and feeling comfortable with.
While the past week witnessed a glorious rebuttal of the risible European Super League by fans, this match proved a sobering reminder of the chasm that exists between Manchester City and the rest of English football.
I find myself torn between supporting the team I always have loved but utterly detesting the actions of the club.
If Ryan Mason has wrestled with imposter syndrome over these past three days, the transformative effect of his inaugural half-time team talk should give him heart.
What a relief to the rivals it must be, knowing Spurs are back to their old ways. A cockerel cannot change its spots. Legends only in the mind. I welcome the banter. My one and only club.
Probably my favourite smell in the entire world is the mix of cheap beer, cigarette smoke and frying onions which welcomes you once you arrive at the stadium: the quintessential aroma of football…
Any chance of this taxing season having a happy ending for Spurs – and the embattled Jose Mourinho – now rests upon the severity of Kane’s injury…
With faint hopes of Champions League qualification all but extinguished by this result, there is a growing sense that the Tottenham manager has entered the end days of his tenure.