Still fuming after yesterday, and indeed the last few weeks. The chairman of a professional football club, with a first class degree in Land Economy from Cambridge, gambling on the one cheaper replacement signing for our most important player in ages being fit for the entire season. Well, he got fudged, as is the Spurs way, and commensurately, so did we.
I keep saying this, but I refuse to believe Levy's just downed shutters and fudged off to Belize or wherever, refusing to spend a penny on proven performers and opting for risky, unproven options. He had to have some sort of back-up plan in mind for when signing Dembele, Dempsey and Sigurdsson went kaput. They were gambles worth making, but one's apparently got the hips of a 70-year-old grandmother from Brixton and the other two are rapidly losing the fans' support, for one reason or another.
So I'm waiting on January. 20th January, to be precise. If we've signed no one decent by then, I'll know Levy's playing his bloody deadline game again, and will cease to care.