Woolwich fan tv praise Spurs
"We are shit" We are Shocking" "we can't compete", "we're miles behind".
Q: Can we can beat Citeh?
A: Yeah, 2-1; yeah, yeah you heard it here 3-2!!
"Spurs, Spurs, Spurs, Spurs".....
They have been feeling the heat from us for years now, with each year that has gone by that has ramped up more and more, until they are feeling an inferno.
Right now they are done, that victory against Real Madrid has killed them dead. Make no mistake, they all sat and watched that game in their millions, around the world hunched over their TV screens, red chino's and knock off Woolwich tops worn as some kind of defiance, from London to Scotland, to LA and Nigeria watching helplessly as we battered Madrid. Before the game all messaging each other about how we will get hammered (as one excited caller on TS so eloquently put it), sharing popcorn gifs and replying with The Goodfellas laughing gifs.
As they all settled down in front of their TV's with their carrot juice and Foie gras beside them they would have heard the CL anthem kick in, that would have made them swallow, then with the music blaring out and the camera panning around the stadium they would have seen that Wembley was full, with 30,000 more fans than they claim to get at their place. They would have also heard us, heard us sing at the top of our voices, create a noise that they can only dream about. All this pain before they even see us kick a ball.
Not getting over run - pain. Us popping the ball about - pain. Dele's goal - pain. Hugo's save - pain. Dier's block - pain. Ronaldo's through on goal, their heart beat races, they are on their feet, "c'mon Ronnie" "C'mo......." Vertonghen's tackle - PAIN! Dele's 2nd - Pain. "Oh when the Spurs" loud, very LOUD infesting their living rooms, penetrating deep into their souls - PAIN! Eriksen's goal - PAIN.
Feed off that pain, rejoice in it, wallow in it. A woolwich fan on a string.