Word just in from from our number one Tottenham Hotspur hack, Manny Fold. Whilst being ejected from un unnamed London night spot, our man ran into erstwhile Spurs captain, Robbie Keane and the fragrant Claudine.
The Celtic supremo had been enjoying a fine dining experience with with fellow countrymen Damien Duff and friends. Our man wasted no time and set about at once trying to alleviate Tottenham fan’s deepest fears. Namely that Capatain Softshot was set to sign permenantly for Celtic.
Keane said that he was enjoying his time with the Hoops but… was looking forward to his inevitable return to White Hart Lane and …playing Champions League football. I like many was a Keane fan, but the snide manner he skirted off to his ‘boyhood’ club, came back and then hogged endless pitch minutes to no good purpose put me right off him.
Tottenham was served well by Keane and now surely desrves more than a second return of the flat faced frontman as he sweeps back in faster than you could say, ‘Howya lads. Now where’s me armband?’
