The Rose of Tottenham
The club let us down and they let down its playing staff. In moments when the club should’ve been brave, for one reason or another they weren’t. They allowed us to stagnate, but Rose isn’t like that. He had something to say.
Supporting Tottenham Hotspur is not something you simply choose to do; it’s a vocation, a directive from above, a randomly assigned genetic code over which you have no control. Once Tottenham has you, like a Darth Vader choke hold, it never lets go.
From the wizardry of Gazza, Bale and Waddle, to the misery of bad lasagna and Arjen Robben penalty misses, all of this is part of what makes Spurs such a unique and wonderful club to follow.
You will find me most days chained to a desk where I finance my Spurs addiction by working on B2B editorial or, thanks to my lowly Bronze Membership somewhere in Blocks 29 through to 32 at White Hart Lane.
Alternatively you can follow me on Twitter @BardiTFC
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The club let us down and they let down its playing staff. In moments when the club should’ve been brave, for one reason or another they weren’t. They allowed us to stagnate, but Rose isn’t like that. He had something to say.
Losing football matches is a regular occurrence, but a capitulation is warning that something is fundamentally flawed
Football today is bigger than the stadium that hosts the match. It’s no longer the sport for the 60,000 who march up the High Road. We’re now extras to the show.
For the first time in years, Pochettino’s position at Spurs can be questioned, because he set the rules on how to judge him
Out of the Champions League. One nil down. Kane injured. Narrative warriors were preparing our season’s obituary, but then Son, Dele and Lamela stepped up.
The morning after the night before. Where does the blame start and end? Because in football, someone is always at fault.
Sunday is a big day. It’s time. This isn’t a game of football. This is about identity. This is about good versus scum.