'yeah so; turns out i'm brilliant and will score as much as aaron if you play me regularly and i'm pretty much better on the left hand side that the skipper if you'll let me have a crack. you don't understand a word i'm saying do you? i'll get my coat.
Right so; it’s apparently clear that we’re not exactly Manchester United of Chelsea quite yet. So we’ll breeze through a cheeky Carling cup tie with Preston Today with a modicum of ease as we look forward to our coming fixtures that will restore us to the the epicentre of Sky Sports B-line yellow strap conjecture. Defoe will be pleased.
But wait a second; this is Spurs we’re talking about. Overconfidence after a defeat is by and large pretty misguided; and as such I’m sure that our good friend Mr. Redknapp will be looking to take the game in a convincing fashion before moving onto our next triplet of ties that more or less decides the longevity of our hope for a momentous campaign.
Keep those Stellas close at hand though as the swift dismissal of the UEFA cup and perhaps this time round the Carling Cup seems to reek of an arrogance that is not endemic to the success of our club in it’s history. Maybe the Carling Cup win of a couple of years ago came as somewhat of a surprise to some at the time but it has now become something that rests as a great moment in the history of the club; (and also a reason why Woodgate has almost immediately gained himself a strong status amongst the legends of the club).
So whilst our attentions are arguably focused on the Premier League and our new found status as a ‘waking giant’ rather than one that is under duress. Lets take the cup if we can in the way it is meant to be taken. i.e. not specifically under the influence of a decision from the referees that are not essentially part of the game in play; but rather more an increasing annoyance that seems to dictate the headlines upon the pulp fiction that more and more continue to read online rather than invest in.
To go so far as to suggest that Rupert Murdoch himself has shrouded Premier League football under a shroud of misgivings to structure preferred streams of revenue would possibly be the most hyperbolic conspiracy amongst the ‘gooner media sect’ but doesn’t it make a whole load of sense once you think about it for a fair while.
On another note. I expect Gio to start this match or at the very least influence it; or he’ll be seeing the back door very soon along with the aggrieved Mr. Pavlyuchenko who can’t get a minute on the pitch if he paid Harry his wages for the privalege.
An emphatic score-line would set the tone that Sky and the overenthusiastic amongst us have forbidden. Lets fulfill our own prophecies.
