Peak Spurs.
Is Bonzo engineering a move? Isn’t she? I really couldn’t care less. Is the best right back in the world? Yes, the Third World. We sell him and Trippier (who can cross a ball) can step in. The cash will be spent on bulletproofing the Tunnel Club glass or something anyway. So no apology from me for not giving a damn.
What was Poch playing at with the substitutes? Has the sainted one spoken yet?
Look, I may return to the player analysis in the next blog, in fact I will, but I’ve greater concerns. Walking the dog before I go to buy a haircut and the fact that my Wembley psychosis has now hit critical mass.
Wembley is 105m x 69m, the London Stadium is 105 x 68m.
Once we look beyond the carpet warehouse oddments, there’s nothing in it.
Anyone who watched the game last night and didn’t recognise the stark similarities between how we were paling there and how we play at Wembley seriously needs their head examined.
You don’t want to hear, but hear it you will. Wembley is going to be an unmitigated disaster. There isn’t a credible argument against disaster.
