Beef Bagel

So, I’m still slightly smarting that I opted for the worse of the two games the more I read about our performance on Sunday, although the freezing conditions on my return to Blighty do make me miss the sun and fresh fruit of the Littlest Big Country in the Middle East. Just for your info, I repeated the same trick on the flight back: three bottle of mini-red, seconds of plane food, 95% of a film and then out for the count. Incidentally, can anyone tell me what happens at the end of Transformers? I’m not quite sure the Dreamworks effects department had a 5cm x 5cm screen in mind when they brought the Hasbro classics to life but all the same it passed the time. The only problem was the damn thing just wouldn’t finish and I had to get rid of my processed fluids a good hour after I said to myself, “Just hang on in Bagel, it’ll end in a minute.”

Thankfully, the ovens at the Bakery are keeping me nice and warm while I have a chance to catch up on what’s been going on back home who’s said what in the football wold to upset who. The Berbatov saga is still ongoing like an endless rally between two tennis players that looks destined to end only by the spectators losing interest. Crazy Gus dollied one up from the baseline with:

“His performance was great. Everybody was looking to see Berba. He knows that he is going to be in the papers and the television for the next two months until the window is open.

But we need to make sure that he is happy here and that he keeps playing like he did today.

“There have been too many rumours. Of course you get frustrated. I think at the moment we need to calm down and wait. That is everyone. Wait and take your time. It is only November.”

And Dimitar taps a mutually appreciated drifter back over the way of the new Spurs manager:

“He is the perfect man for this position. I think he is a very good manager and a very nice person. He approaches everyone personally and it allows players to understand him much easier.

All these speculations affected me but I’ve never wanted to be the centre of the world. I’m a Tottenham player and I’ll stay at the club, that’s for sure.”

Well, it’s sure until the summer time and then we’ll see about that reported £20m bid from Man City. My opinion: not a bloody chance. Even if City have held on to a top four finish, it’ll take more than just 20 millions for us to give up on our prized possession but it’ll take a lot more than mutual appreciation and flattery for us to keep him.

There are also reports of Chimbondabonda giving the nod to his dubious agent to go searching for other interested clubs but then, nothing out of the ordinary there and…er….besides, it wont matter by then because we’ll have bought Daniel Alves. Honest.

While we’re on the Sevilla squad selector, we can bring our total to 7 with a new link between our best of selves and left winger, Diego Capel. So let’s take a look. Here’s his head…

…caught in the act with England favourite, Alexander Kerzhakov.

The 19-year-old is as good as born and bred Sevillia, stands at a low and pacey 5′8″ and is known for his ball skills as well as his acceleration. He’s known in Spain as the new Reyes, much to his pleasure and our disgust/grudging respect.

It’s of no surprise that Wenger’s in for him to with a reported £8m and once again begrudgingly it probably means he’s worth it, Pascal Cygan aside. There’s a good chance that that’s exactly where he’ll go but with Juande at the helm, that swings us an awful lot of weight - the kind you’d expect to be swinging between the legs of a large bull elephant.

There’s not much to see from the one clip of Diego Capel Trinidad, as he’s formally known (obviously some continental habitat of throwing a West Indian island into your name; I shall now be The Bagel Grenada, although that does sound rather like a car) but the swift “Heil Hitler and tache” move in the celebration may be a coded clue as to which side his bread is buttered…

But now it doesn’t just end with Sevillan or English players. Juande’s knocked it wide open with comments yesterday on his transfer policy. He said:
“In today’s football you don’t need to look at passports or identity cards,”

“What we are going to be looking for is quality players. I’m trying to get players who are going to be playing well for my team regardless of their nationality.”

Sounds like he put his foot down pretty firmly in the board room on that one. Good for you Senor. Of course what it does mean is that the number of rumours quadruple but interestingly enough, despite this filed day for the press, the majority of the stories point to one man, Sam Dalla Bona.

Here’s his head…

…looking decidedly filthy and here it so again…

…looking much, much better. See, he’s even smiling now.

The six foot central midfielder was much loved in West London but opted for the home comforts of the Italian motherland (Italy) having been voted young Chelsea player of the year and having, of course, met Crazy Gus. Opting for AC Milan seemed like a good choice until he met the likes of Pirlo, Gattuso, Seedorf and a whole lot of time twiddling his thumbs. Funnily enough, young Sam’s international career dried up and it was only last year that he was released to freedom in the form of Napoli after the kind of loan history that Lee Barnard would be proud of.

At 26 he’s still got plenty in him and the potential to develop into the player that perhaps he should have been given the right management and slightly less star studded competition, cue Ramos. After he all, he is capable of doing this…

…I think you can even here the commentator saying “Mamma Mia!”. It’s his agent that seems to be stirring up the stories but as long as he’s cheap then he could be worth a pop. Got to find someone to play alongside JJ.

Last but by no means least today, we have the excellent news that the planning permission for the Tottenham training centre in Enfield has gone through. Here it is…

…looks ll sexy and futuristic and complete with a picture of Nessie on the side. Always good to invest in the youth and who knows we may even come up with some even more ridiculously named players, take a bow Mr. Troy Archibald-Henville but then of I was called The Lineker-Bagel, I wouldn’t drop it either.

Bagel supersonic I’ll be there in 20 seconds.

The Bagel Grenada.

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