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Bobby Zamora
"...even failure will have in it an echo of glory."
I may be a bit tinkled when writing this, but I don't care.
It's gone against us tonight. I'm as gutted as anyone. But in the grand scheme of things... Life goes on.
We've lost out on a Champions League place because of an unfair rule, and the luckiest club going. But so what? At the end of the day, my beloved Tottenham are still here. At least we haven't done a Rangers or Portsmouth, and are still a well-run, massive club. We live on.
We have great, loyal supporters, not those who think the history of football began in 2003, and sing about the holocaust.
If we go back to midtable medriocity now, and the likes of Rasiak lining up front for us... Oh well. The support and atmosphere was better in those days anyway.
I even felt slightly alienated by the Champions League. This wasn't the Spurs I know.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, no matter what happens, THFC will always be there. The constant failure just keeps me coming back for more, and one day, guaranteed, we are gonna achieve something big, without the help of a wealthy Russian or Arab, but by doing it the Tottenham way.
If Modric and co want to leave... Then fudge off, there is the door. No player is bigger than a club and all that. It's been a pleasure watching some great players recently, but honestly, it doesn't matter who plays for us... my love of TOTTENHAM will never die.
To quote the great Danny Blanchflower:
"It is better to fail aiming high than to succeed aiming low. And we of Spurs have set our sights very high, so high in fact that even failure will have in it an echo of glory."
If we are the laughing stock of English football tonight then fudge it, I don't care. Because we are Tottenham, super Tottenham, we are Tottenham from the Lane.
I may be a bit tinkled when writing this, but I don't care.
It's gone against us tonight. I'm as gutted as anyone. But in the grand scheme of things... Life goes on.
We've lost out on a Champions League place because of an unfair rule, and the luckiest club going. But so what? At the end of the day, my beloved Tottenham are still here. At least we haven't done a Rangers or Portsmouth, and are still a well-run, massive club. We live on.
We have great, loyal supporters, not those who think the history of football began in 2003, and sing about the holocaust.
If we go back to midtable medriocity now, and the likes of Rasiak lining up front for us... Oh well. The support and atmosphere was better in those days anyway.
I even felt slightly alienated by the Champions League. This wasn't the Spurs I know.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, no matter what happens, THFC will always be there. The constant failure just keeps me coming back for more, and one day, guaranteed, we are gonna achieve something big, without the help of a wealthy Russian or Arab, but by doing it the Tottenham way.
If Modric and co want to leave... Then fudge off, there is the door. No player is bigger than a club and all that. It's been a pleasure watching some great players recently, but honestly, it doesn't matter who plays for us... my love of TOTTENHAM will never die.
To quote the great Danny Blanchflower:
"It is better to fail aiming high than to succeed aiming low. And we of Spurs have set our sights very high, so high in fact that even failure will have in it an echo of glory."
If we are the laughing stock of English football tonight then fudge it, I don't care. Because we are Tottenham, super Tottenham, we are Tottenham from the Lane.