Mark Butcher

The soul of our club is gone and Mark Butcher believes the blame lies firmly with the board.

‘Scott Parker is the worst player ever to wear a Spurs shirt’ – is probably your opinion if you spent the weekend freebasing crack cocaine and touching yourself looking at Jodie Marsh pictures. With 4,800 other Spurs masochists, I travelled to Wigan on Saturday with reasonable expectations of a nervy away win only to watch […]

Even Mila Kunis would struggle to provide seven minutes of such mind-blowing pleasure. Spurs’ late, three-goal salvo against Champions Manchester City touched the realms of fantasy and provided the best happy ending available on a Sunday afternoon in North London. This was one of those rare, great days for Spurs fans to savour. A past […]

The mad cocktail of Spurs offers a necessary diversion from the freefall of our lives. But if you boo or abuse a player in a Tottenham jersey, you are hating the shirt. Loving the shirt, for me at least, means supporting the person in it through ninety plus minutes of pleasure, pain and misfortune. A […]

This article originally appeared on the excellent An Evening with Lustdoctor. Click through and read more. It’s the balls. A trip to White Hart Lane is fast becoming a toxic experience. You’ll find more atmosphere in a Virgin Train’s quiet zone or during nap time at the local nursery. The only time fans raise from […]

This article originally appeared on the excellent An Evening with Lustdoctor. Click through and read more. It’s the balls. My old boxing pal Dominic Negus once told me, ‘If you spent your time knocking out the wankers in life you’d never do anything else’. This inspiring moment of ‘Zen Geezerism’ immediately entered my head in […]