HEARTBREAKING SPURS – LIKE WATCHING A CUTE PANDA CHEW ON BAMBOO AS A TIGER APPROACHES

As all Spurs fans will tell you, “High-flying Spurs are just the best.  The dog’s bollocks, mate!” The word at White Hart Lane is “Harry who?” and “Ange is the man. Let’s sing another chorus of that rewritten Angels thing. And the new, slightly longer chorus of It’s Lucky For Spurs When The Year Ends in One, no, Three. No, Wait, This Season Will End in Four.”

What happy times for North London’s Lilywhites. There’s the entertaining all-out attack of Ange-Ball. Then the tabloids’ witty attempt to couple up James Maddison and Son Heung-min as “Maddi-Son”, which is basically just one of their surnames so doesn’t really work. And, as if that isn’t enough, those two nutty lads teamed up for their hilarious “Darts celebration” because James likes darts.  Or something. You haven’t heard laughter like it.

And watching all this unbridled joy, you know – you just know – what is waiting just around the corner.  Or at least just around next May.

As Daniel Levy opens his cobweb-covered wallet to fork out on a quality trophy cabinet to accommodate all the soon-to-be won silverware, a bubble is just waiting to be burst. While Herr Harry is collecting the Bundesliga’s golden boot for his 216 goals in 52 games, those same Spurs fans will be telling all and sundry that they’re better off without him and qualifying for the European Conference Poundshop, Autoglass Rumbelows Cup is real progress.

Big Ange told the Tottenham squad that he was famously coached as a player by Puskas. Seems they misheard and are playing like pussycats. But that won’t stop those loyal Spurs fans rewriting another Robbie William’s song about how Ange’s boys took apart, literally did over, such big, famous clubs as Zorya Luhansk, Olimpija Ljubljana or Aberdeen.