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So how do we solve this problem of rotating Harry Kane? Relevant points:- Spurs, like most clubs at this time, play more than one kind of tactical system but all involve only one centre forward. The main one we've got happens to be one of  Europe's best. Despite what the player himself says he obviously chases records which is allied to an insatiable appetite for goal scoring. He's the clubs highest paid player and quite rightly so although some fans  believe his contract says that if he wants to play, he plays. This suggestion really came to the fore during the FA Cup tie at Tranmere where he was brought on as a sub with 15 minutes remaining when we were already 6 nil up. The alternatives when Kane is unavailable or consents to being rested:- Given the above this makes recruitment of some genuine competition very difficult. That's without taking into account the clubs wage structure and doubts over how much money is available for new signings....

"These are our salad days..." sang Tony Hadley on Spandau Ballet's 1983 hit 'Gold'. I've just checked out the rest of the lyrics and to be honest I haven't got the foggiest what they were going on about but I'm pretty sure he wasn't talking about the beer scene in London 35 years into the future. Because for those of us who enjoy their drink these truly are 'salad days'. The range in styles, strengths, flavours, countries of origin etc has never been as amazing as it is now and it was with this in mind I recently set off for East London. Although for this particular outing I was on a quest for dark beer. There was a time not too long since when the only dark beer that you ever saw in the pub, certainly in the South of England, was Guinness. Now hideously overpriced and over marketed to the point of destruction, it seems like Guinness are fighting a losing battle,even to the point of  seemingly giving in and bringing out their own versions...

Once you’ve sat, strapped in by an ageing seat belt in the days long before child safety seats, in the back seat of any vehicle powered by one of those classic air cooled engines, you never forget. Nor does anything else ever feel the same. Dad bought our ‘Herbie’ home in December 1973. He was three years old (Herbie, not Dad) and sat proudly in the front garden, radiant in seventies yellow. I was five, Caroline was three. She puked in the back on only the second time we travelled further than Nans house. I laughed, Mum sighed and Dad had a face like someone had told him Bobby Moore was leaving West Ham for Fulham. I know this because later when Booby Moore left West Ham for Fulham his face was exactly the same. I don’t remember Herbie ever going wrong. Dad went off to work in him every day. Mum still got the bus to the hospital because she couldn’t drive, we couldn’t afford two cars and the bus stop was at the end of our road. If Dad finished work early enough he’d pick me...

My 100 Greatest Movies I used to love going to the cinema, but the truth is that now its a pretty rare occurrence. In fact, I'm struggling to remember my last visit. For quite some time I put this down having the Movie channel at home and like a lot of other things, the expense and the finding the time. The following is my list which I originally posted on a daily basis on Facebook back in 2013. It took me an age to compile, racking my memory, checking internet lists, going through my own DVD / BluRay collection etc. However, as we're now four years down the line I need to make the following points: (a) I've only seen one movie since that would trouble this list and that is 'Django Unchained' which I think would sit around half way (b) Despite the wailing and knashing of teeth described above I made an absolute glaring error and left out 'Withnail & I' which should really have been around about the Top Ten. Hopefully, you'll enjoy ...