Good afternoon, referendum moper-dopers.
Not one England player distinguished themselves last night, however Harry Kane’s performance was of abysmal note.
With the facial expression of a long distance runner who had lost his mind several kilometres ago, jaw permanently dropped, eye lids drooped, with a shoot in sight policy that would have put Joseph Stalin to shame, Kane’s mental burn out appears finally complete.
We desperately need an alternative to Kane – which of course is a wonderful problem to have – but our golden boot winner appears to be eaten away with a strain of greed that initially had me a bit miffed but now worries me that it might not even be treatable.
Spurs are allegedly holding talks tomorrow with AS Roma in relation to the signing of striker Sanabria according to a number of newspapers.
Is this 20year old the answer? Who knows.
What we do know is that Crystal Palace have emerged from the shadows to bid for Mickey Batsh*t.
I blame the Leave vote. Despite the overwhelming evidence that supports the fact that there will be more of this from so called ‘small clubs’ as the league is awash with oodles of cold hard cash, like never before.
Sign a bloody striker.
Déjà vu is when you feel like something has happened before.
Préjà vu™ is when you feel like something that happened before is about to happen again.
