With Palace beating City, I wrote a little ditty: I felt I had to write it – ’Cos we shall beat United! Thrill me, Ange Postecoglou, Wednesday night in Euroland; Help us beat the red United, Win a trophy, as you’ve planned Tottnam Hotspur, Tottnam Hotspur Beat the Mankies one time more! Beat the Mankies one time more! Open now your Plan B folder, Prep the team then see them go. Let the fiery Cuti Romero Show his steel and steal the show! Man United, Man United, We’ll be strong and you will yield! We’ll be strong and you will yield! As we reach this end of season, We still love our Tottnam side. Ange will stay, so no disruption - We’ll all share the Aussie’s pride. Ruben Am’rim, Ruben Am’rim, Your departure we shall see! Your departure we shall see! ------------------------------------------------------------- Cheers, all!
This is such an occasion that my ex wife is coming round to watch. And I haven't seen her for months!
Not trying to steal your birthday glory ,but i think Spurs owes us all a birthday treat for the last 17 yrs and a massive one for the skip fire that has been this season Happy Birthday mate
DOES NOT COMPUTE My brain is struggling to process this information. My love of Spurs being far greater than my love for either Mrs B I, or Mrs B II, is part of the reason that there's a Mrs B III. No's I and II might come round to watch my entrails scattered to the 4 winds, having witnessed us lose 10-0 to Chelsea, whilst playing Richard Claydeman and Kenny G albums at full volume...but nothing less.
Wish me luck , on his insistence I'm watching the game at my sons house, we have watched the last 5 finals together and we all know the outcome , his logic is today we must break our duck for the father son /spurs relationship to continue Previously with my own father I watched all our finals from the 67 fa cup to our last win and the only loss was the Coventry final which I went to and he missed it
I'm much calmer than I was before the CL final. Pains me to admit it but I didn't think we stood a chance in that game, especially with a half-fit Kane leading the line. Fast forward six years and I'm much less bothered about the club in general. Apathy has grown steadily. I don't feel the same connection with the players as I have done with teams of old. I just know at the back of my mind that if we lose tonight, we will have truly hit rock bottom under Levy.
I have felt a similar disconnect a lot this season but I’m locked in today to be honest. I’m alternating between blind hope and crushing anxiety. True cup final vibes. It would mean so, so much for the club to do this.
It would. Tbh it's been so long I've almost forgotten the feeling entirely but that moment when the ball bounced off Woodgate's face and trickled over the line was simply huge. It's about time we brought that feeling back to N17.
Just had lunch with two of the three Mancs here (the FD is out there with her husband for the game..) and we've all agreed that what will be, will be. I'm still ambivalent to it, but there is a ever growing part that is sooooooo keen to win tonight. As @Spurf so eloquently put it in reply to an earlier post of mine it is my love of the game and especially the club that makes me so desperate for a tiny bit of success...
The cynical in me wants a loss, so that Levy really feels the consequences of his regime over recent years. The THFC supporter in me wants a win + Ange and on-pitch infrastructure purge, to get the club back on the "onward and upward" tracks.
I have forgotten what it feels like to actually win a final, I remain convinced that we won't win, just resigned to another evening of crushing disappointment. It is a winnable match against a side that has been as poor as we have and yet I still see only 1 winner.
