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So the football season in England is over bar the Championship playoff at our temporary home this afternoon. So my thoughts have turned to our (Spurs) season and how the current players fit into the parthenon of Tottenham Hotspur greats. Its a bit of a classic pub or family gathering type conversation. You're all sitting there talking about football, whether it be good, bad or just downright England at an International tournament and someone is guaranteed to pop up and ask the question 'So, who would be in your all time <insert favourite team>  XI then'? It doesn't matter whether you and your family or group of mates follow Real Madrid or Forest Green, what will ensue is discussion, sometimes heated, regarding the merits of the clubs all time record goalscorer over his modern day counterpart or whether you should be able to include that amazing French centre back who only stayed for one season because his wife got homesick in preference to the one club man who w

Its now just over 24hrs since Jon Moss blew the final whistle that brought to an end 118 years of football at White Hart Lane. We had the good natured pitch invasion, with literally thousands of selfies being posted on social media, people doing 'Klinsmann' dives, grown men on their knees kissing the turf and repeated requests over the PA system to 'return to your seats' so they the Gospel Choir could sing and then they could bring on the Legends. Spurs Stewards didn't have the easiest of days Starting with Clive Allen and ending with Chris Waddle, forty-eight of the clubs favourite sons took the short but for some, difficult walk to the centre of the pitch for their last hurrah. We clapped and cheered like small children on Christmas morning as Tottenham greats such as Glenn Hoddle, Gary Mabbutt and Pat Jennings strolled across our sacred turf for the last time. It was a fabulous nostalgia overdose. The club are currently on a hot streak of getting things ri

All of us who follow Tottenham Hotspur Football Club have known for a while that this day would come. Or more specifically, Sunday 14th May 2017 when Manchester United are the visitors to one of the best known and iconic football grounds in the world, White Hart Lane. The game is due to kick off at 4.30pm so sometime around 6.25pm referee Jon Moss (no not the former Culture Club drummer, although he'd more than likely be just as good) will blow the final whistle and therefore bring to an end 118 years of the clubs history. There's going to be a celebratory ceremony after the match ends. Hopefully Spurs will have avoided defeat meaning that for the grand old lady's last hurrah, we'd have managed to go unbeaten at home all season. Of course, depending on what happens at the Hawthorns on Friday night it may still be mathmatically possible to catch Chelsea in the 'Race For The Title' but most of us think thats highly unlikely. But in a strange way the game itsel

It was well documented during his 27 year reign as manager of Manchester United that Fergie (or Sir Alex as I should probably call him) wasn't the greatest fan of the press, or indeed the media in general. This is both surprising and not surprising to someone like myself that doesn't worship at the alter of MUFC. There were probably at least as many hacks in love with Fergie as were against him, but this didn't stop him from banning scribes from certain newspapers or media outlets that had the temerity to ask an awkward question or report on something that he felt should not have been in the public domain.  I suspect that he had nothing personal against any journalists whom he must have known were only trying to do their jobs (however distasteful) but he was clever enough to sucessfully manipulate the situation. This helped him to create and control the siege mentality that allowed him to cajole and push his teams on to success after success. After all, who can argue wi

Probably best to start by listing the preferences: Football: Tottenham Hotspur, St Mirren, St Pauli, Fiorentina. No particular favourites in Spain, Portugal or France. Politics: Well to the Left in all fairness. Beer: Real Ale when its served correctly, craft beers, especially from Denmark. Music: Massive Range. From Bowie to Mozart, New York Dolls to John Coltrane. Includes nearly everything bar X-Factor shite. Let the fun commence!!