Beef Bagel

Ok, that’s it. Now, I’m pissed and not in the good way. So, we pour our heart and soul into that game. We make possible the impossible and finally, finally, good conquers evil. The spoils are rightly ours…so where the hell are they?

My personal inner glow, like yours I should imagine, will keep you nice and toasty warm well into the spring but friends, family and bitter Chelsea fans aside, where is our public recognition? The press. That’s who I’m talking about or is it the Chelsea machine? Is this Mourinho’s way of making sure their crippling defeat does not get taken to the players’ hearts?

Yesterday, when finally I left the Bakery, having simply stared into space in bemused wonder for the last twenty hours with a strange smile on my lips like a man in receipt of perpetual head; yes when finally I came to my senses and attempted to get on with my life in some way, I was expecting an entire transport system littered with the back page headlines of our wonderful, wonderful achievement. But no. Every single paper I saw had the Wenger/Pardew handbag story on the back. What the fuck is all that about? Who gives a shit about that? That’ll be long forgotten by next week. Spurs beating Chelsea for the first ever time in the Premiership is a mark of history. It’s classic. Where were you? Where were you when Kennedy was shot? Where were you when the twin towers went down? Where were you when Spurs beat Chelsea? It’s the third of the great ‘where were you’s’.

So, I calm down and just think, ‘well, all the newspaper journalists must be anti Spurs’ but I can let that go for now, for now I stress. When anyone does mention our splendid victory though, do they talk of our valiant knights, our young squad full of heart, hunger and fair play? No, they talk of a disallowed goal, where everyone neglects to recognise that the whistle blew long before anyone jumped for the corner and the sending off of Terry when they were already 2-1 down with only ten minutes to go. We would have won anyway, you bastards.

Terry, Mourinho, Cole, they’re all complaining about Graeme Poll because they just can’t bare to face the fact that they lost fair and square. They badger the ref all game every game and then bitch when they pick up cards. They push people over and then try to get them sent off. The rob people and ask the authorities to punish the victims for their crime. ‘That’s why they’re wankers.’

As for the real reasons why Terry received his second yellow, well there’s a few theories. To my eyes, when that corner was taken, it looks as though John Terry is trying to take our best defender out of the equation, so that one of his team mates can score. We’ve seen him do this move before. In this instance, he pulls Ledley down in such a fashion as to almost make it look like it was our captain fouling theirs. Take a good luck at it again.

It may also be construed as an attempt to win a penalty, which would be a yellow card offence. Even so this kind of behaviour was most likely the straw that broke the camels back after everything else he’d done all game. Enough was enough.

What’s more and it’s unclear as to whether Poll noticed it or not, there could have been a bit of a slur from those thuggish lips of Terry. Did he make a racist remark in Ledley’s direction? I wondered this myself as you can notice Zokora and Chimbonda immedialtey getting rather irate with the Chelsea captain. This theory has been strengthened further my some intelligence from our man in the field, Toby the Yid. Thank you Mr. the Yid.

"So, according to fof who knows some of the Spurs lads, and fans in the front
rows at the Paxton Road end, 'JT', having been bundled over int he Spurs
five yard box turned to Ledley King and said 'Fuck off you lippy monkey'.
Cue Spurs black players going batshit and Poll sending Terry off for dubious
foul play, which he was - uncharacteristically - only too happy to accept.
Football media have been a bit slow on this one it seems..."

Hard to tell exactly how much stock one should put in this. The evidence does seem to fit but the only doubt in my mind is whether one England team mate would say this to another, particularly two that must have a great deal of mutual respect for their abilities.

There is of course a futher theory that Graeme Poll sent Terry off for no specified reason other than that found written in his book by officials after the game. It simply read, ‘Because he’s a wanker.’

The real point is that whatever the reason for the yellow card, Terry did not complain. No one complained until after they lost and if that’s not the definition of bad losing I don’t know what is. So, I’m going to find out…here we go…just getting the dictionary…bad loser, bad loser….er….bobfoc, no….buggery, no….Wenger is a paedo…hmmm…don’t know how that got in there….Bolton - see Allardyce and big head….ah yes, bad loser - ‘not acknowledging the mighty Yid Army’s historic win over the Chelsea scum’. Well that’s close enough for me.

Still buzzing, still makes me smile.

‘You’ll never beat The Bagel!’

The Bagel.

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