The club don’t deserve that, none of the board, directors, management, half of the players barely deserve it. But you, me, everyone who’s life, much as we don’t want to admit it, revolves around this wonderful, awful, incredible club, deserves it. We are the lifeblood. COYS
Worse than Santini
Worse than Graham
Worse than Gross
Worse than Mourinho
Worse than Conte
I’ve never witnessed more joyless non football at a Spurs game. It’s so bad it’s exhausting. And tbh pretty depressing and upsetting. This is the nadir
The sun will rise again. It will
They could’ve salvaged something if they’d seen what the great unwashed, the fans, had noticed long before Christmas, accepted they’d made a mistake, got rid and gone with something, anything different. But no no, the brain trust knew best as always, and now we are fucked.
The greatness of a player is not measured in stats or trophies. It's measured by the indelible mark they leave in the memories of their club's supporters. By that rule, Son is a modern legend, a Spurs great forever. Farewell, you wonderful man.
‘You’ve got to give him the semi final.’
‘You’ve got to give him the second leg.’
‘You’ve got to give him the Villa game.’
‘You’ve got to give him the Europa game.’
Another season pissed away, waiting for a manager who doesn’t know what he’s doing to magically turn it around.
If anything sums up levys spurs it's a shite atmosphere, losing at home and the names of players who went onto better things because he wouldn't meet their ambitions on the advertising hoardings.