European Tour - Prague - Day 2 (Matchday)
Five hours to kick off and I can’t sit still. My feet are tapping out the rhythms to the chants so loud in my head and so silent on my lips; for now. As predicted, last night’s ‘rest’ consisted of dream upon dream of scenes from tonight’s game but none about the football itself.
Four times I was set upon by Slavia fans. Twice just chased, twice escaped and only once did I not wake in time to avoid the horror of a rusty blade dragging across my body hair and through flesh of the Czech hooligans’ preferred Stanley Knife like tool. Not pleasant and not prophetic, I hope.
But the one that really haunts me is the nightmare scene, where the fans are separated by a wedge shaped chunk of perhaps 20 or so seats taken out from the grandstand. Tottenhamites crammed in too tight as javelin like lengths of timber are launched through the gaps by the caged up home fans. Skulls are jarred with a sickening crunch and bodies impaled with the splintered weapons. The helpless Spurs twist, totter, pirouette and fall to a thirty-foot concrete death below. New fans are forced to take their place as the inexhaustible spears rain down upon their heads. The wheels of this barbaric machine never cease. The police look on and eat their apples.
I’m sure it’s nothing like this but last night’s skirmish has definitely left its mark on more than just the two fans injured.
No sign of trouble today though. A blazing hot day and ‘Yid Army’ ringing out loud and clear across Old Town Square from the George and Dragon pub. 12 midday and their boozing’s begun. The state of the hardcore by match time will be a sight unto itself.
The team news ahead of tonight sees Berbatov and weapon of mass destruction, Aaron Lennon, facing late fitness tests. We don’t need them to win this one but I’ll take any edge we can get. Slavia will be no push over with a fair smattering of World Cup Croatians and Slovakian in their squad and bag full of recent Euro experience but it’s steel we’ll need to win the day. The Bagel hears they’re good in the air and as Bolton showed us, we’re not the best at set pieces just now.
News from Blighty talks of bids for a new home for us and our beloved club. The Olympic Stadium and Wembley are ideas both mooted before. The tricky thing is, we’ll never fill Wembley, not at first anyway and the Olympic Stadium, even if we did get it against the wishes of the Hammers and Ken himself, has got a loathed athletics track around it. I can think of nothing worse. Where’s the fun in calling Danny Mills a cunt if he can’t hear you? Having said that, I don’t think I’ll try it without the safety of a nice big hording and a thousand cameras trained on that giant ox of a man.
Enjoy the game tonight one and all. The Bagel’s hoping for a damn good sing song. Let’s show these Slavians what Tottenham’s all about.
The European Bagel. (Perhaps a Bagel au Chocolat)
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