Gazza
Frederic Kanoute
Don't tell me that you are the good-looking one
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*** OMT Tottenham vs Arsenal ***
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Don't tell me that you are the good-looking one
PochettinoPochettinoPochettino
Serge Aurier
Depends which one you want me to be!
Edit, just seen the photo again, no I'm not the George clooney grey one. :-(
Hotshot-Tottenham
Edgar Davids
HTF can Wenger say it's not a penalty?
mudshark
Chris Armstrong
Well that was an enjoyable second half. First period very tense, we weren't really winning the midfield battle and I thought our tempo was a bit off. Arse probably looked more dangerous after we went two up, tbh, and Lloris would insist on inviting problems with his short distribution, but they never managed a serious threat. Get in!
Rorschach
Sonny Walters
We battered them really, but even with 10 mins left I still couldn't sit easy. Years of conditioning have me waiting for the sting in the tail. The sucker punch. Arsenal had one decent chance near the end that went into Lloris' hands. I can't remember who it was but they didn't take it thankfully and we rode out the last few minutes relatively comfortably.
I badly need a mindset change from expecting a last minute failure to expecting to win. And I'm not alone. Too many Spurs fans need this adjustment and thankfully I am now receiving the treatment I require. Poch has done it for the team and now he is doing it for me. Us. I'd love to shake his hand (not an euphemism)
I badly need a mindset change from expecting a last minute failure to expecting to win. And I'm not alone. Too many Spurs fans need this adjustment and thankfully I am now receiving the treatment I require. Poch has done it for the team and now he is doing it for me. Us. I'd love to shake his hand (not an euphemism)
Hotshot-Tottenham
Edgar Davids
Yeah, but his kicking is brick though.
Hotshot-Tottenham
Edgar Davids
Could easily have been 5.
The pen not given plus the two sitters, not to mention Kane's close range shot in the second half.
The pen not given plus the two sitters, not to mention Kane's close range shot in the second half.
Rorschach
Sonny Walters
He does look like George Clooney
That was easy really, we were too good for them and didn't have to play that well imo. Regulation 2-0 win with goals from Dele and Harry. I have never felt more comfortable with us leading in a North London derby, I knew we would shut them out.
With a bit more luck with injuries etc at key times, we'd be top of the league now imo. Credit to Chelsea though, they are ruthless and clinical, and make very few unforced errors -- an area we need to improve on and I'm sure that we will.
Delighted with our team!
With a bit more luck with injuries etc at key times, we'd be top of the league now imo. Credit to Chelsea though, they are ruthless and clinical, and make very few unforced errors -- an area we need to improve on and I'm sure that we will.
Delighted with our team!
PochettinoPochettinoPochettino
Serge Aurier
Oh fcuk right off, I'm angry In that photo, I look like Jake Gylenhaal usually. XHe does look like George Clooney
Rorschach
Sonny Walters
Not sure why you are angry. Probably becuase your brother looks like George Clooney I suppose.
Kenyan Spur
Peter Taylor
OK folks. Mission accomplished
Some thoughts:
- We were amazing. Completing outplayed the L'arse.
- We could / should have won by 5 or 6 goals
- Peter Chec made 9 good saves. These did not include the gilt edged first half chances missed by Delle & Eriksen, and the second half chances by Son & Kane.
- Our man Victor "Jogoo" Wanyama played a blinder.
- The Ref was OK.
- Walker on the bench ? Is he on his way out. Hope not.
- Still get very annoyed with our "aimless" passing between Loris and the backs - specially when opposition players are hovering around. It is going to come and haunt us one day - soon.
All in all a very good day. We finished our Chili Crab, and re still having drinks.
These kind of days don't come around too often.
Enjoy.
Some thoughts:
- We were amazing. Completing outplayed the L'arse.
- We could / should have won by 5 or 6 goals
- Peter Chec made 9 good saves. These did not include the gilt edged first half chances missed by Delle & Eriksen, and the second half chances by Son & Kane.
- Our man Victor "Jogoo" Wanyama played a blinder.
- The Ref was OK.
- Walker on the bench ? Is he on his way out. Hope not.
- Still get very annoyed with our "aimless" passing between Loris and the backs - specially when opposition players are hovering around. It is going to come and haunt us one day - soon.
All in all a very good day. We finished our Chili Crab, and re still having drinks.
These kind of days don't come around too often.
Enjoy.
PochettinoPochettinoPochettino
Serge Aurier
Yeh you got me dude.Not sure why you are angry. Probably becuase your brother looks like George Clooney I suppose.
DubaiSpur
Ian Walker
Right, I've taken the time to compose my thoughts on what just happened, and what it means.
We've guaranteed a finish above Arsenal for the first time in two and a half decades, more or less. In doing so, we have broken the points total we set last week, and have now reached 77 points - within touching distance of 80, *80* goddamn points, a number I never dreamed I would ever see us reaching, back in the strange old days of the late 1990's and 2000's. That was United or Chelsea territory, I thought. Not for clubs like us, toddling along trying to build our own story outside of the spotlight, filled with imperfections and dreams of glory routinely dashed at the final hurdle. Not for Tottenham Hotspur.
And yet, here it is.
I won't say too much about finishing above *that lot* going forward, because I agree that we shouldn't stoop to their despicably clammy little level. Let them envy, let them gurn, let them rage. They do not define us, and *will* not define us as we move to a better, broader, more noble world than the one they have made their rotten abode.
But, before I put it out of my mind..I'd like to thank some people.
Thank you, Martin Jol...for making us believe again. For taking a damaged, hurting club and slowly building us back up...slowly, gently encouraging us to dream again.
Thank you, Juande Ramos. For showing us, for the first time, that it could be done. That the days were not eternal where Arsenal strutted at the top while we stayed, bleeding and defeated, far below. That we could do to them exactly what they had done to us at their pinnacle - that we could destroy them, completely and utterly, on our way to bigger things.
Thank you, Harry Redknapp. For igniting our imaginations. For taking a club wallowing at its lowest ebb after yet another false dawn, and making us go out there and simply *be* what we imagined ourselves to be. For echoing, for the first time, the distant memories of glory days and glory moments under the floodlights of the grand old Lane..for taking us up to a level where we could dream of the golden dawn beyond the brightening horizon. And for making us believe that we could beat that lot in the league... at the Lane...at the Emirates...anywhere.
Thank you, Andre Villas-Boas. For instilling a grit and heart in a young Tottenham side, and taking them along as you broke a hoodoo at Old Trafford, beat *them* yet again, and drove a young Welshman to greatness even as we stretched out and came *so close* to the success that had eluded us for so long..the hoodoo that, yet, could not be broken.
Thank you, Tim Sherwood. For taking another damaged, beaten side and at least making us play again, if nothing else. And for giving a gangly, awkward young Englishman his first chance as a player for Tottenham Hotspur Football Club.
Thank you, Mauricio Pochettino. For completing the job that all your predecessors had started and left unfinished, over the course of a long, tumultuous decade. For making us a side that none even dared to dream about back in the days when the world looked so grossly unfair and Tottenham Hotspur looked lost in the mists of our own self-destruction. For taking every hoodoo that we had, and smashing it to the ground - for gently lifting our heads, and making us believe in ourselves and what we were capable of. For guiding this flawed, stumbling club to the glory that it always strived for - for bringing hope where there was none, pride were there was only fear, and vindication where there was only self-doubt and failure.
And, finally....thank you, Daniel Levy. For everything - the successes, the failures, the memories, the happiness and the sadness. Thank you for learning from it all, and taking it like a man when me and half of White Hart Lane called for your head after yet another false dawn, another stumble in the gloriously *human* history of an uncertain old club trying again to stand on its own two feet.
This has been coming for many, many years. And the efforts and lives of many people have preceded what we have managed to do today.
Thank you.
We've guaranteed a finish above Arsenal for the first time in two and a half decades, more or less. In doing so, we have broken the points total we set last week, and have now reached 77 points - within touching distance of 80, *80* goddamn points, a number I never dreamed I would ever see us reaching, back in the strange old days of the late 1990's and 2000's. That was United or Chelsea territory, I thought. Not for clubs like us, toddling along trying to build our own story outside of the spotlight, filled with imperfections and dreams of glory routinely dashed at the final hurdle. Not for Tottenham Hotspur.
And yet, here it is.
I won't say too much about finishing above *that lot* going forward, because I agree that we shouldn't stoop to their despicably clammy little level. Let them envy, let them gurn, let them rage. They do not define us, and *will* not define us as we move to a better, broader, more noble world than the one they have made their rotten abode.
But, before I put it out of my mind..I'd like to thank some people.
Thank you, Martin Jol...for making us believe again. For taking a damaged, hurting club and slowly building us back up...slowly, gently encouraging us to dream again.
Thank you, Juande Ramos. For showing us, for the first time, that it could be done. That the days were not eternal where Arsenal strutted at the top while we stayed, bleeding and defeated, far below. That we could do to them exactly what they had done to us at their pinnacle - that we could destroy them, completely and utterly, on our way to bigger things.
Thank you, Harry Redknapp. For igniting our imaginations. For taking a club wallowing at its lowest ebb after yet another false dawn, and making us go out there and simply *be* what we imagined ourselves to be. For echoing, for the first time, the distant memories of glory days and glory moments under the floodlights of the grand old Lane..for taking us up to a level where we could dream of the golden dawn beyond the brightening horizon. And for making us believe that we could beat that lot in the league... at the Lane...at the Emirates...anywhere.
Thank you, Andre Villas-Boas. For instilling a grit and heart in a young Tottenham side, and taking them along as you broke a hoodoo at Old Trafford, beat *them* yet again, and drove a young Welshman to greatness even as we stretched out and came *so close* to the success that had eluded us for so long..the hoodoo that, yet, could not be broken.
Thank you, Tim Sherwood. For taking another damaged, beaten side and at least making us play again, if nothing else. And for giving a gangly, awkward young Englishman his first chance as a player for Tottenham Hotspur Football Club.
Thank you, Mauricio Pochettino. For completing the job that all your predecessors had started and left unfinished, over the course of a long, tumultuous decade. For making us a side that none even dared to dream about back in the days when the world looked so grossly unfair and Tottenham Hotspur looked lost in the mists of our own self-destruction. For taking every hoodoo that we had, and smashing it to the ground - for gently lifting our heads, and making us believe in ourselves and what we were capable of. For guiding this flawed, stumbling club to the glory that it always strived for - for bringing hope where there was none, pride were there was only fear, and vindication where there was only self-doubt and failure.
And, finally....thank you, Daniel Levy. For everything - the successes, the failures, the memories, the happiness and the sadness. Thank you for learning from it all, and taking it like a man when me and half of White Hart Lane called for your head after yet another false dawn, another stumble in the gloriously *human* history of an uncertain old club trying again to stand on its own two feet.
This has been coming for many, many years. And the efforts and lives of many people have preceded what we have managed to do today.
Thank you.
Kenyan Spur
Peter Taylor
If they are into seafood, I can make sure I get some really dodgy stuff and hide the smell / taste with appropriate
spices. They will be out for days
