Stop,start,stop,start, I just can't seem
to get going with this new season lark.
If we can't beat West Brom then I'm
going home. Billy G could be captain,
which probably says something about
the other lot in the changing room.
All I keep thinking of is when he was
shown sitting down at the end of an
Arse match (possibly at Birmingham)
like a sulky schoolboy.
If you sulked when playing for Les
Arse, then you're in for a shock!
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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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