I'm actually still not sure. I managed
to crawl off of my sick bed on Saturday,
and was so glad that I did. We not only
beat them, we absolutely thumped them.
On monday, somebody asked me which one
was better Chelsea or The Arse? It took me
a long time, and a fair bit of philosophical
reasoning over what is meant by better
and best, but when all is said and done it
has to be The Arse. It's almost a shame
that the season is coming to an end, though
lets wait until we've been to Old Trafford.
Would it be too much to ask those footballing
gods? COYS...Thanks Harry.
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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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