Born On The First of July

Hello Tottenhamers

Muchos excitmentinados! The 1^st of July is fast approaching, which means that we can start getting some commitment ink onto some legally binding paper very shortly. Word on the cyber streets is that AVB is to be named el presidente of Tottenham Hotspur v20.12 slash 13, but the identity of his posse of gringos is providing some interesting side stories.

Apologies for the fluent Spanish being spouted above. The missis made me a rather nice Mexican style breakfast this morning, and I think it’s affecting my word combobulations. And Spain are playing later. I’m so on trend.

To Spain! and it’s understood that that’s exactly where young Modders will be plying his trade next year. Jose wanted David Silva to add to the attacking luminaries currently on show, but it’s little Modders who’s now been identified as the man to come in, and in turn, make them a bit more Barcelona-ey. All that keeping possession and finding a team mate nonsense is over rated anyway. The lad’s in need of a move, and if his half-hearted efforts last season on the promise of an escape this summer were to be stone walled again, I shudder to think what we’ll get this term. Even though player part-ex deals seem to exist only in Champo 97/98, it hasn’t stopped young Sahin’s name being thrown in as part of the deal. I won’t lie, I know nothing about him beyond him being Turkish, quite promising, and having no chance of ever appearing in a Spurs shirt.

Gylfi Sigurdsson! Gylfster, Gylfo, The Big Gylf. El Glylferino. He must have impressed the newly promoted Tim Sherwood on his trips to keep an eye on young Ledley 2, Steven Caulker, as he’s poised to spurn the advances on Swansea (because Brendan Rodgers isn’t there anymore), and Liverpool (because Brendan Rodgers i…), to join AVB’s White Hart revolution. There have been quite a few Liverpool fans doing great impressions of wet hens on the Twitbox at the very idea that he should choose the Spursers over their club. Presumably they are all still discussing the Berlin wall coming down as ‘potentially good’ as well.

Aaaaaaaaand Jan Vertonghen. This one’s dragged on a bit hasn’t it? My theory is he actually signed weeks ago and it’s just a lot of chat to keep things interesting by the print media until 1^st July. And by ‘interesting’, I of course mean ‘Michael Owen twitter timeline watchingly dull’. First we were stalling over a couple of mill’, then it was Ajax who were playing hardball, and now it’s Jan who’s sulking over a transfer fee percentage. It’ll be our fault again tomorrow and the deeply unpleasant merry-go-round of blame stories will continue to rotate until a bemused Jan arrives to pick his shirt up and asks why everyone looks wee wee’d off with him.

Right, I’m off to enjoy my birthday.

What? Nah, 23!, 25 at a push, but… aaaah, embarrassing. You guys are too much. Thanks, thanks very much. Cakes on Pete’s desk.

What Do You Mean Harry's Gone?

Hello everyone.

I’ve been in France for the past week, hope I haven’t missed mu…

Oh my.

The ‘well this is MY view on the Redknapp tinning…’ has been done to death, so rather than saturate the market further, I’ll attempt to soak it up and squeeze the analysis sponge over your tired eyes and ‘on the one hand’ brain scales, and put forth the following.

The people whose blogs and opinions I find myself largely in agreement with through the rough and smooth of following this mob of ours, have presented essentially the same conclusion. Namely, thanks for the good stuff, but I’ll be shedding no tears for a man who valued personal gain over doing his job properly. I can only agree.

A squad containing so much quality, we shouldn’t have been concerned by a sorry excuse for goalkeeping at West Brom or a shambles of a Champions League final. A second late-season collapse in a row, this time with a tangible distraction to pin it on. Not good enough, and we can do better than this self-serving window blabber. If Harry walked into Apple and colour coded the bins, he’d claim credit for making it into a market leader.

So it looks like failed expensive Wimbledon Chelsea badger AVB or crab-mouthed boursin-botherer Matt Le Blanc seem to be edging ahead in the managerial gallop. Quite how Laurent would have found time to have had any form of discussion over our vacant recaro I don’t  know, but gun to the head… I quite like the idea of AVB striking back at the football world, wielding Tottenham Hotspur as his mighty staff (ooh, er), smiting doubters and building an empire where a load of garages and fried chicken shops once stood.

And how about them Oy-row Championisings eh? Greece, they are cards aren’t they? And funny little England. Haha, look at them there with their belief and flags and beer. Lovely stuff.

I’ve put money on Ukraine.