Judgement Day
Big day, big day. Probably the second biggest home fixture of our calendar and one that The Bagel was unfortunate enough to miss last year but not this time. Yes, I shall be there front and centre and ready to throw abuse the way of Ashley Cole and hell, the whole team if it’ll do any good. As much as I’m looking forward to it, I’m under no illusions. We’ve got a fraction more than cat in hell’s chance of finally breaking that curse more mystical than that of Tutankhamun’s tomb. We’ve probably got two cats in hell. Hopefully, these stray pussies will be making their way across the River Styx as we speak, bribing Charon with their cuteness, rubbing about his legs until they convince him to row then over to the other side and maybe, just maybe by 6pm tomorrow they’ll be on the lap of the Dark One himself along with the memories of that hoodoo, that they-do, that hurts so much.
It’s not the smug Chelsea fans. It’s not Mourinho’s attitude, with which as it goes The Bagel has no issue. It’s not the players, it’s not the way they play and it’s not the fact that they’re a neighbouring team. It’s the sheer despondency I feel every time that chant echoes about my ears,
‘You’ll never beat the Chelsea, You’ll never beat the Chelsea!’ because after 90 minutes of being outclassed and 16 years since our last victory, it’s very hard not to agree.
The added spice to this year’s record attempt is the rumoured bid Jose is planning for Little Aaron. Well, someone had to have a go sooner or later and it’s probably a good thing it’s them. At least with Shaun Philips as a warning, our prised asset may think twice about a move cross town despite the lure of double wages. Let’s hope his no nonsense Yorkshire father will talk some sense to the lad when their next out on the moors with their whippets or whatever it is these Northerners do to relax.
We must also hope that MJ and Levy & Co. have the same sense too, as the suggested £20m or so bid will take some steady nerves to turn down, particularly with the giant carrot of Shaun Philips swung in front of our manager, who is known to be a huge fan of the underplayed Chelsea winger. Whatever happens, it’s going to be unlikely that we ever have them both in a white shirt at the same time.
I did somewhere read of a suggestion of Robben and SP in a swap for Lennon. It’s completely unfounded but I think I could be happy with that. Nothing though will ever replace that wonderful smug anticipation whenever Little Aaron’s one on one with another player. Lennon’s gonna getcha!
The only real injury downer we have and it’s quite a biggy, is the question mark over Safety First and his sore hip. We’re going to need him alongside El Capitano if we want to break that barrier. With Calum Davenport out I don’t put much faith in Tony Gardner seeing us through a flawless ninety minutes. Do you?
However it goes today, I hope they do us proud and us them too. They’ll need every breath from our lungs and every sound from our throats to lift them to a day that could go down in Tottenham legend and perhaps when our grandchildren sit upon our knees in their brand new Tottenham shirts, sponsored by the new Nike Hoverboard, we can tell them we were there. We were there the day the tide turned. The day we beat the Chelsea.
You tell them, ‘I’m coming and The Bagel’s coming with me!’
The Bagel.