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Tottenham’s Harry And The Bridesmaids

Tottenham Hotspur have gone from Jenga to Kentenga.

Kentenga is a South African word, It means to find oneself without some vital item (such as a wife running away or a roof having blown off a hut).

Jenga, as most will know, is a game whereby the bricks can topple at any moment.

There will be weeping and wailing galore amongst the Tottenham Hotspur faithful this morning. Fourth is relinquished and Team Bridge have games in hand. That said, the next fixture is Wolves away. If Spur’s finest don’t find themselves overwhelmed by the urge to go on the p*ss between now and then, the can at the very least add three more points to their cause.

So what of kentenga? It would be easy to place each Lilywhite beneath the post match microscope. But I don’t think it would serve much purpose. Nobody played badly. In fact many were on occasion outstanding.

Modric is a their Champions League man. Bale has returned much much improved. The argument for Bentley is slowly gaining momentum. Gomes looks like he may have finally settled. There are many, many positives.

The reality of yesterday’s game was that Aston Villa’s defense were as tight as a tourniquet. Defoe, unless shooting was rendered pretty impotent, Crouch painted almost permanently in a crowd scene.

So what was missing?

 Bravery.

Bravery from the bench.

No one in their right mind would argue that Redknapp cost Tottenham two points. But  it has to be argued that it would have done no harm to introduce some fresh meat  by the 70th minute at least.

Harry talks of a top four finish, but he more so than the team is missing that edge, that extra certain something that separates managers who achieve glory and those that almost achieve it.

If things don’t change soon, then Spurs could well win the FA Cup may finish 5th or 6th.

Always the bridesmaid, never the bride, eh?

Well now, when it comes to football, one man has for many years been the most noticeable, the most controversial, and occasionally the most successful blogger this country has ever produced. His pithy words and abrasive style make him as famous off the pitch as he is on it. This man is Escapini. "I love football. Football she's a cruel mistress. She's, she's more than a mistress. She's a wife, she's a mother, she's a daughter, she's an errant child. She's a… she's a… she can make you laugh, she make you cry. She can bring tears me eyes. She can bring blood to me shoulders. She can bring a kettle to the boil." "Cause football is about nothing, unless it's about something and what it is about, is football."

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