Apologies go out to Lake Jivermore
Run close by Van der Vaart, who in the last 2 league games has been exemplary in his intelligence and space finding, and proving he’s got the hammys for a consistent run around. You too, Benny Sue; lovely pass that had Leighton Baines chasing his tail, and what a thwumper of a finish. That, along with denying any sort of attacking movement on his territory, made it a rather good evening for our favourite community support officer.
Title talk is being whispered within our small circles, while some two footed tackle in a far inferior game dominates the back pages. That’s the way we like it, and if there were ever a way of going quietly about a real tilt at the big one, then surely this must be it? Realistically, I’d still take 3rd if you offered it now, but while our band wagon continues to defy gravity and roll uphill, caution is being flung from the sides with reckless abandon, and calls of ‘can you imagine if we ACTUALLY did it?’ Not too loudly though, you’ll have to listen carefully.
Wolves are the next head on our chopping block, and despite us being a little short in a couple of departments, surely the biggest danger of blunting our axe will come from complacency within, rather than a footballing undoing at the hands of Mick’s grafters. I just hope Harry tells them that you get just as many points for beating Wolves at home as City away. Mind you, it is ruddy tempting to look forward to facing a Kompany and Toure’s-less City, with a, hopefully, fully recovered Captain Combover in our ranks. Just a shame Adebayor isn’t allowed to play…
…Yes, Wolves. Let’s beat them. Don’t get ahead of yourselves Spurs. We’ll do that for you.
