Drunk But No One In Charge
Who said there’s been no progress at White Hart Lane? The fiasco has now gently advanced into a debacle.
‘Officials’ are ‘trawling’ through what must be literally minutes of CCTV footage in a bid to discover what occurred in what is thought to be some class of argy bargy between A&E and a Tottenham supporter near the tunnel at full time.
Difficult to imagine a West Stand habitue offering anyone a bunch of fives, so my money favours an impressive sprint over from one of the know it alls in the Paxton. Passion like this for the badge shouldn’t be automatically derided.
If he can shift up the right wing like that in a car coat, hat, scarf and clumpy shoes – he may well be able to a job for us – and once his identity is revealed we should put a bid in for him.
Losing to Wolves was a disaster from many perspectives. But the real damage was done days before. It’s now been irrefutably confirmed that they all went on a jolly to Dublin that week.
Some will ask, ‘What’s wrong with the lads letting their hair down?’ The answer to me is two fold. One, if you are really asking that question then this blog should’ve carried a spoiler alert as you’ve only just discovered Saturday’s result. And two – it’s the manner in which these clowns carry on.
Lottery winners. Children. Amatuers. They have all that money and the class of Wayne & Waynetta Slob. The bar they descended upon in Malahide I haven’t been through the door of, and Malahide is a decent enough haunt. But Copperface Jack’s is a kip. Any eye candy allure evaporates in the steam of the place as fire regs are ignored and the p*ssed up kids march in and in and in.
There was a piece in the Herald on our brave boys’ bender which rightly asked the question why it was they had failed to go anywhere nice? The answer of course is Knackerman himself. Blistering Bob Keane. Cultural Attache to the Tallaghtfornian Embassy, pointless shouty bloke.
It was PSB who organised this soiree. I’m just impressed that they didn’t hit Carrols first for hats with ginger beards and drive around in Limos’ waving various body parts out of the windows. Maybe they did. Their security team were on anyone with a camera phone like white on rice.
Apparently Arry binned Bentley and Crazypavinchenko on Saturday as he was sending out a message; based upon effort shown in training. I say ‘East Ender speak with forked tongue’. It’s more likely this was a due to them not getting their round in.
Premiership star man and distinguished Twitterer Barren Dent QC was quoted griping over Arry’s management style this week. When it’s going badly it’s the player’s fault and when things are on the up that was down to him.
Who knows or cares? What is certain, if there is/was a supposed booze ban at The Lane then who’s enforcing it? Or does the tight lipped, ashen faced supremo simply leap into his motor, whack up his Englebert Humperdink tape to the max and floor it home to the High Chaparral at the end of each day?