The Champions League, they said.
It’ll be a ball, they said.
They lied.
Like a dog chasing a car, Spurs wouldn’t know what to do with it even if they caught it.
The chances of this dog catching this car are not so much slight, as irrelevant.
All Spurs achieve by winning this game is prolong the agony and wear the tyres on this squad a little balder.
What’s life’s safety net?
The war of attrition that is the Europa League!
For those that wish to ponder on fact, opposed to fiction, PSV were a substandard outfit last time round, and I believe I equated them to the sort of muck one would normally bump into in the Europa League’s Round Of 16 – on a wet Thursday night.
It will be interesting to see how many brave pilgrims bother trudging out to Wembley to watch this footballing feast.
Prediction? Another draw.
