Today makes me feel much better. Good old Robbo.
Sarkosy must love Wenger, who makes him look like a
rational Frenchman. Somebody should strap Wenger in a
padded room playing Kipling's 'IF'( he does write exceedingly
good poetry!) to him at volume 11 for about 24 hours...
Apart from that I was quite pleased that H seemed so
pissed off yeaterday, and looking at who got through he
must now think that we could have gone all the way...
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A blog charting the process of writing a book. The book is about my father, John White, who died shortly after I was born. John White was one of the most famous footballers of his day, he died after being struck by lightning on a golf course in North London. He played for Tottenham Hotspur and Scotland, and was 27 years of age at his death. It's also rantings of a Spurs fan...
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