Beef Bagel

Bless me Martin, for I have sinned. It’s been 3 months since my last Spurs game.

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It’s happened. The day has come and I’m feeling a sickness that permeates my every mood. We’ve still got a great squad. We’re still on the up but I can’t help think of the great potential that has been, looks certain to be, stolen from our club later today.

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I’m such a sucker for football programs. I can’t help it. As I’m writing this, I’m stuck in front of a top 100 goal extravaganza. In fact, it’s taken me forty minutes between the last two sentences. I only managed to continue because the program ended. Right, I’m switching off. That’s better, now you have the undivided Bagel.

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So, this is it. This appears to be the last stand. United have bid what they say is their final offer. They won’t cough up any more than the £17m to £20m in hard cash that’s believed to have been emptied onto a table from an attache case under the dim spotlight of a room close to the centre of the earth. It’s a lot of money and a fair offer, although it’s probably in some sort of annoying format, like dollars or Scottish pound notes. Either way you can bet it’ll be hard to spend down at your local Spar.

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It’s all very quiet today. A little too quiet if everything I’ve been led to believe in films is true. This smells like the calm before the storm and when I say storm, I mean typical Spurs-like out of the blue kind of signing.

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Enough of the old stories. Enough of the missings out and the clinging on for the players we want to keep. It’s stressful isn’t it? So sit back, relax and listen to some sweet soothing words straight from the Bagel’s…hole.

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Five million pounds! Five million pounds! How on earth did Newcastle sign Damien Duff for £5m pounds? I’ve just watched the press conference at St.James’ Park to try to get my head around exactly how they got him so cheap and why on earth he went there?

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I love the Mirror. Now when I say love, I mean the kind of love that makes me want to flay them slowly out on the street in the midday sun and sit in the comfortable shade, shaking salt at them, whilst enjoying a pink gin; their whimpers and snivelings like a sad but beautiful close harmony to my ears. A kind quick tempered, bunny boiling, Glenn Close kind of love is what I’m talking about. Hate, yes that’s what it’s called, hate.

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Well, hush my mouth. Reports today are saying that the goldilocked Czech, Pavel Nedved, is preparing for crisis talks this week with the Juve massive. Apparently, Del Piero somewhat spoke on his behalf when he said that the pair of them would stay and fight for the Grand Old Lady of Italian football. I can see it now.

Scene 2, Episode 4

We cut to the office of Didier Deschamps.

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