Sunday feels like a huge game for Waz David for a number of reasons. It's time to dream big in the next stage of our evolution.
Here we go again and I for one think we should be excited, with or without new faces.
We’ve said our farewells, we’ve shed our tears, it’s time to move on as the White Hart Lane we loved is no more. It’ll always be in our hearts, and in the pages of history books but let’s go. Onward and upwards. Right now I feel like the man that’s got to rent a flat for a year as the builders finish his dream abode. What we need to remember in this transitional year, that plays a part in our evolution, is not where we stand at the moment but the direction we are moving in. For me, that is up.
Right now I feel like the man that’s got to rent a flat for a year as the builders finish his dream abode.
A couple of weeks ago things were as rosy as I can ever remembered at my magnificent club. Then a few words from a struggling left-footed defender (well, at least a couple of years or so back) seemed to shake this up a bit. I understand market worth and many have said our salary range was the elephant in the room that would always end up being a fly in the ointment that is our quest to be the very best. What I don’t understand is why you would do a kiss and tell with a morally bankrupt national rag to air this laundry you believe is soiled because you’re only on 70k-ish a week. A year ago Mr Rose was happy to sign a long term contract with these conditions, now he thinks they are not good enough. I wonder if his performances had dipped (have they improved whilst he’s been injured?) or he’d been stripped of his talents like Michael Jordan and the gang in Space Jam, would the inverse now be happening? Would he be telling anybody willing to listen he deserves a new contract on less money?
A year ago Mr Rose was happy to sign a long term contract with these conditions, now he thinks they are not good enough.
Let’s put a big professional tick next to the Newcastle game, I’m happy with how that one panned out. But now this Sunday for me is a huge game. It’s huge because a number of facts are apparent in my mind. We need to bury this Wembley hoodoo and make it our castle, for a year at least. It’s no longer the place we briefly squat in for European ties, it’s our home. What better way to lay the ghost then turning over the classless, soulless lot from West London. This especially rings true with the memory of the that emotionally zapping semi-final still relatively fresh. In addition to this I feel like Burnley have wobbled them, like when Buster Douglas knocked Mike Tyson out all those years ago. The puncher with the puncher’s chance landed a punch on the chin of the ill-prepared and out of sorts champ and it was lights out. Now we’re not ready for a knock out yet as this is only round 2 of a marathon tussle but in the case of Chelsea it would be nice to kick a man while he’s down. Added to this the noises coming from Conte do not sound too positive. With Costa still drinking Caipirinhas on the beach in an Athletico Madrid shirt that’s not gonna fit him for too much longer and last week’s red cards. So I would suggest that even at this early stage Sunday is a huge game. Wouldn’t it be nice to skip into work on Monday knowing we’ve landed another big right hander on their chin and we may all be singing that adapted classic ‘Stamford Bridge is falling down my fair lady’ very soon. Well, I can at least hope.
Remember, as the poet T. Gwen said, “Home is the starting place of love and dreams.”
As for this season it’s a long road to the end but rejuvenated by Poch this dreamer still dreams the dream, even from his view at Wembley… Wembley, Wembley, Wembley!