Fortress Wigwam
Standing doing the washing up, cleaning up the Bakery and generally feeling like a domestic god, I was quite content to be listening to the radio coverage of Wigan vs Spurs.
“There’s a chill wind whipping around JJB on a really bitter afternoon under this battleship grey sky in Wigan,” said the commentator. Good words and although I was happy enough to be sitting this one out with my hands nice and warm bathed in the water of my Fairy suds sink, my mind reached out to the Yid of the North and the Mini Yid wrapped up in the matching big and little black puffer jackets that my mind’s eye hoped they were wearing, bracing themselves against the gusts.
The first half sounded fantastic and I love the sound of the fans singing behind the words of the radio team.
“Oh when the Spurs……” loud and clear as a bell, “Go marching in….” and I’m thinking of the 5-1 and our goal from the free kick, “Oh when the Spurs go marching in….”
Yep, I’ll bet the YOTN and the Mini one are having a pretty good day. Who cares about the cold when Tottenham warms your heart? So my feelings were mixed between pity and the satisfaction of a game well avoided when it finished up as the kind of game where Emile Heskey walks away looking like a good player and we fail to take some easy points at “fortress JJB”.
For a while I entertained the idea of Heskey as a fourth striker; very cheap and the kind of last gasp dimension that may just work in Europe. What’s more he’d be over the moon to be playing a role for us whatever it was.
It sounded like Little Aaron had as reasonable a game as any other on the field but still short of the claims that he saved his Tottenham career that I read today. You’ll have to tell me, YOTN or anyone else who was there.
My heart always sinks when I hear Jamie O’s playing at full back. He’s a third of footballer at the back to what his in the middle. Tell me Gilberto was injured or it looks like we’ve bought an absolute pudding of a player. I’m sure I’d best save my judgment till next season though. I’d like to see the stats of games won with O’Hara in defence, zero I’d wager.
I’d love nothing more than to inject our end of season inertia with a little transfer pace but I’ll have to save it for tomorrow. Time’s a pushing just now but Bagels in Brief (BIB) to expand upon tomorrow:
- Ronaldinho in advanced talks with us but money a major sticking point - apparently.
- Keeper craziness - Kameni, Lopez, James, Gomes
- Cerny:dust
- and many more
In the mean time. Tell us what you saw at the JJB. Chant of the arvo? Best player. Tell The Bagel, tell us all.
Get your stinking paws off me, you damned dirty bagel.
The Bagel.
April 21st, 2008 at 2:50 pm
Hi Bagel
Thanks for the mention, especially on a right brass monkey of an afternoon. No matching black puffer jackets, I had my reverseable Schott jacket on with white Spurs shirt, while Mini Yid was sporting his usual apparel of sportswear, including his Blue Spurs shirt & beany hat
The match started brightly & my eldest (possibly soon to be estranged) son Mitko sticking one in the net from little Aaron’s cross after a mere 6 minutes kept the bitter wind from cutting me right to the core. Who on earth builds a stadium, no matter how big or small, with great big open corners gaping, begging, inticing the Siberian wind to drop in.
But oh too soon, the meat & potato pie eaters had levelled through poor a defencive clearance after heskey had made a bad first touch, thus as you said, made him look better than he is.
We carried on strongly though, attacked well, broke well, with a tell tale outcome of missed opertunities. Steeeeeeeeed should have put one away & as for JJ’s skied attempt, well, ahem, large clear of throat.
We were robbed of a penalty as Mitko was dragged down in the area. So for wigwam to hit the bar, that is probably still rattling now, was probably the afternoons way of balancing things out. We should have & could have won though
We, the fans were in fine voice, all 3500 or so of us. “Oh when the Spurs go marching in” made my heart flutter, as this was mine & Mini Yid’s last game this season. We came out with the usual “we pay your benefits” to the strains of La donna i mobile, which always brings a smile to my face. They replied with “There’s only one Pat Butcher” which we all found hilarious as the Wiganers clearly have no geographical concept of London, singing a song that would be more apt for the spammers
So Mini Yid & I will be listening to the remainder of the matches on the radio via our laptop & we’ll be waiting for next seasons fixtures to start laying out our travel plans, only for sky sports & saltana to mess them up
Bagel, we still haven’t had the opportunity to meet up, let’s try next season
Come on you Bagel
COYS
April 21st, 2008 at 4:26 pm
Should have replied with ‘Wrong part of London, you’ve got the wrong part of London…’!
April 21st, 2008 at 6:58 pm
Well said Wilson, but it would probably have been wasted on them. I’ve never quite got my head round the concept of meat & potato pie when there’s hardly any meat in it but loads of potato . Surely it’s a potato & meat pie? When you get to the butter pie, well that’s a different case altogether as that has a filling of potatoes! Surely that makes it a potato pie? And the northern monkeys struggle with the concept of pie & mash, saveloy, chips without gravy & jellied eels. It makes you wonder…
April 21st, 2008 at 7:20 pm
What a hell are jellied eels?sounds gruesome?
April 21st, 2008 at 8:55 pm
Dude
Jellied eels are eels, obviously, chopped, cooked (stewed really) & allowed to cool, the juices from the cooking create the “jelly” but some gelatine is added as well as some spices. Granted, this was a traditional East End delicasy, but I know Harrods sell pre packed jellied eels, so the market has broadened in some ways. I must admit, I can even by pre packed jellied eels within a mile of where I now live, but it’s the tourist trade & southerners like me who are the demand for the supply
I bet you wished you had never asked now!
April 21st, 2008 at 10:00 pm
I live in east London but despise the stuff, modern east end delicasy’s are more of the asian/polish variant nowdays anyway.
April 21st, 2008 at 10:10 pm
Spotted Dick is sometimes served for afters too Dude.
April 22nd, 2008 at 10:45 am
Spotted Dick? Never mind
April 22nd, 2008 at 10:46 am
You Englishman are quite a strange lot…..
April 22nd, 2008 at 12:08 pm
The Fillet Mignon with sauce Bairnaise, followed by Spotted Dick or Plum Duff served with cream custard. Baahhhh!
April 22nd, 2008 at 12:18 pm
Oops, I went all Colonel Melchitt for a moment there.
Wilson, I’m not from the East End but have family ties there & I’ve always had a liking of jellied eels. My good lady wife, Mrs Yid hates the look of the stuff let alone any taste of it. But then again, she comes from the land that serves Haggis & deep fries anything & everything
Dude, do you like shellfish? Cockles, welks, winkles, muscles, even oysters & scallops. I’m not keen on welks, a bit chewy for my liking but the rest are delicious
April 22nd, 2008 at 12:22 pm
Looks like I’ve gone off on a tangent with this one. It all started about Spurs & then went all of a culinary flavour… No pun intended whatsoever
However strange the jellied eel sounds, consider the great pie conumdrum from Lancashire
April 22nd, 2008 at 12:31 pm
yes, enough dicks and winkles…back to football
Tal Ben Haim?
April 23rd, 2008 at 11:59 am
What would you like to tell ben Haim?!
April 23rd, 2008 at 8:29 pm
Welcome to White Hart Lane?
April 24th, 2008 at 11:20 am
Good answer