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Edgar Davids
Sunday.
Up at their joint.
Big audition for a future Spurs manager whom we mostly disapprove of.
Doesn't matter who plays, really. Too many haven't shown up in many games this dreadful season.
They say supporting Spurs is a mug’s game. If that’s true, then let this crocked mug, a chipped, cracked and stained casualty of the ruinous era of Jose Mourinho, stand in symbolic representation. It has served its last cup of coffee.
A souvenir from my son’s guided tour visit to MegaLane™ soon after it opened in 2019, it was transported with care across the Atlantic and delivered to the happy recipient.
It came down off The Kitchen Shelf weekend mornings and delivered well-brewed coffee to its appreciative owner as Spurs games played out. More often in hope than expectation. It saw the best of times, and, as it now sits broken and unusable in its usual position, it’s still seeing the worst of times.
With Spurs proud badger logo on both sides, it couldn’t fail to bear witness to some brilliant football and world opinion-shaping media and forum posts from it’s owner as it sat next to a busy, clacking keyboard in front of a large, hi-def computer screen.
But it also endured the cream-curdling drudgery, the sour, joyless inevitability of the Mourinho reign. It was raised in delight to toast the news that Mourinho had been fired. But the damage had been done.
Its fleeting, turmoil-racked tenure came to a crashing, if fitting, conclusion early Saturday as its owner, still hopeful Spurs season could end positively, reacted with emotion and energy to a ridiculously disallowed goal from Harry Kane against Leeds. The table was bumped, shifted sideways and the near empty mug wobbled slightly away before tumbling off and onto an unforgiving hardwood floor.
Truth be told, like so many overpriced items sold in stadium souvenir shops, it was never the best quality, never the stoutest mug, the sides considerably thinner than similar sized but better crafted mugs, allowing the hot coffee within to cool, like Spurs hopes and ambitions, prematurely.
It looked good at arms length but a closer view revealed inherent flaws. Like Spurs mismanaged back line, discernible crack lines formed inside and out as it was immersed in hot water, used to clean off coffee stains as much as the bitter dregs of a season run dry.
A sad end to both a time of promise and a great servant to the club. We will not see its like again.
Up at their joint.
Big audition for a future Spurs manager whom we mostly disapprove of.
Doesn't matter who plays, really. Too many haven't shown up in many games this dreadful season.
They say supporting Spurs is a mug’s game. If that’s true, then let this crocked mug, a chipped, cracked and stained casualty of the ruinous era of Jose Mourinho, stand in symbolic representation. It has served its last cup of coffee.
A souvenir from my son’s guided tour visit to MegaLane™ soon after it opened in 2019, it was transported with care across the Atlantic and delivered to the happy recipient.
It came down off The Kitchen Shelf weekend mornings and delivered well-brewed coffee to its appreciative owner as Spurs games played out. More often in hope than expectation. It saw the best of times, and, as it now sits broken and unusable in its usual position, it’s still seeing the worst of times.
With Spurs proud badger logo on both sides, it couldn’t fail to bear witness to some brilliant football and world opinion-shaping media and forum posts from it’s owner as it sat next to a busy, clacking keyboard in front of a large, hi-def computer screen.
But it also endured the cream-curdling drudgery, the sour, joyless inevitability of the Mourinho reign. It was raised in delight to toast the news that Mourinho had been fired. But the damage had been done.
Its fleeting, turmoil-racked tenure came to a crashing, if fitting, conclusion early Saturday as its owner, still hopeful Spurs season could end positively, reacted with emotion and energy to a ridiculously disallowed goal from Harry Kane against Leeds. The table was bumped, shifted sideways and the near empty mug wobbled slightly away before tumbling off and onto an unforgiving hardwood floor.
Truth be told, like so many overpriced items sold in stadium souvenir shops, it was never the best quality, never the stoutest mug, the sides considerably thinner than similar sized but better crafted mugs, allowing the hot coffee within to cool, like Spurs hopes and ambitions, prematurely.
It looked good at arms length but a closer view revealed inherent flaws. Like Spurs mismanaged back line, discernible crack lines formed inside and out as it was immersed in hot water, used to clean off coffee stains as much as the bitter dregs of a season run dry.
A sad end to both a time of promise and a great servant to the club. We will not see its like again.
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