Good afternoon, guardians of the Chicken Badge.
As per the pre Christmas edition of Hotspur’s Half Hour; your very own ODM, special guest Richard Gizbert and even me all foretold of 3 wins and a draw from the festive fixture list. We go third but of course that’s rather like the smile on Hugh Heffner’s 26 year old wife. A teeny weeny bit artificial. Chelsea have two games in hand.
The positives are that we seem to be playing more cohesively. I know we didn’t face the cream of the crop in these games but in the not so dim and distant it was precisely up and down teams like Villa and relegation fodder like Reading who threw a spanner in the works.
We appear to have shed those who stop running, those who do the hands on hips thing, those who look like they are giving their all but actually are not. We have shed the impersonators.
Man of the match was Azza Blud isn’t nice to know that he has been coached into being a better player? Isn’t it nice?
There was the captaincy thing and now we frequently catch the boss having a word in his shell like on the touchline mid-game. I have been a reluctant admirer of Lennon because he always came across as being a bit drippy, a bit inconsistent.
Flashes of genius don’t rock my world. Yes, this was only Reading but yesterday he showed that he can cram ‘that much’ good stuff into one game after all.
Les Ferdinand told me the coaches at Spurs have worked and worked and worked on Lennon’s final ball and all that time on the training ground seems to be paying off. Garth Crooks
Last word on Howard Webb, he’s proof that in the future the referees will strive to getting their names emblazoned on the back of their shirts. Get the technology in and get these second rate attention seeking whores to where they ought be.
Make them into marginalized and forgettable drones simply used as a device to relay to the players that which has been decided by informed people – those watching slo-mo footage from 15 different camera angles in a studio somewhere.
We need to stop passing back to him under pressure. It appears to have become a regular comedy moment in every game. He doesn’t like it, I don’t like it, the opposition always appreciate it. So let’s stop it.
Still making the same idiotic ‘decisions’, it’s reached the point now where the more focused and earnest he looks the angrier I become.
There wasn’t that much for him to do and so we got a disciplined enough performance from him.
He was Mr Happy Chappy when it went in and rightly so.
Another solid game, tackled well and moved the ball about accurately. Our next right back, I hope.
You don’t have to be an insane Brazilian to work here but it helps.
Like a hugely talented freight train.
A lean, mean, chance creating machine. Fizzed, popped and crackled all game.
A proper run out and decent one. The left wing wasn’t quiet as productive as the middle of the park but he has a spark about him. Had Webb done a better job we would have seen more.
I was so leased he scored. He’d been instrumental up until then, but of a lot of people need a player’s worth spelling out and a goal normally does that.
Another show case of tremendous predictability.
Dr Deuceington, I presume? The goal took a tiny ickle deflection. So what? That’s show business.