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~ OMT ~ TOTTENHAM HOTSPUR FC v Liverpool FC ~ THE CHAMPIONS LEAGUE FINAL ~ 2019 ~
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Serge Aurier
Twas the night before Liverpool, when all through Madrid
Every football fan was sleeping, except for the Yids;
Shin guards and boots laid by the mantle with care,
“Glory Tottenham Hotspur” would soon fill the air;
Old Danny Rose was all snug in his bed,
While visions of Salah danced through his head;
And the league in the 60s, ‘84 as the model,
Dreamed sweet little dreams - Ricky, Ossie and Hoddle;
While oh down below the prep wouldn’t stop,
Poch and Perez gameplanning for Klopp.
Away to the mirror Jan treated his gash,
Spit out some blood, threw his mask in the trash.
The badger on top of our new-risen home,
Our “big summer signing” none bought and none loaned;
When what to my wonder should Harry appear,
Battered and bruised, after a long World Cup Year;
With a little old smile he reminisced on our trip,
A UCL final for the club made by Bill Nic.
More rapid than roosters his teammates they came,
And he whistled and shouted, “Lads seize the day!”
“Now Dier, now Dele, now Toby and Christian!
On Erik, On Lucas, on Winksy and Janssen!
This team never quits! It’s a part of our fabric!
Stick to the script! And believe Poch’s magic!”
How gleeful the squad, that Winsky did join,
To hold down the midfield, despite his bad groin;
So embrace him they did, how much he has grown,
The English Iniesta and one of our own.
Over in the corner, stood Fernando aloof
Awoken by a ghost, though he had no proof.
As he scratched his head, and clinically turned round,
Down the chimney Hugo Lloris came with a bound.
A daring French beauty, from his head to his foot,
Le Capitaine squashed the nerves caput;
Our defense steadfast, by the best keeper seen,
Put numbers in attack and he’ll keep our sheet clean.
His attacking mates behind him, always calm and merry,
First Lucas, our hat-trick hero, and head never hairy;
Next came a sight that would make the Reds quake,
Enter Sonny and Dele with a patent handshake;
Dele thought to the morrow, hand turned to a fist,
Sonny visualized a counter - inch-perfect assist.
Suddenly Fern’s ghost emerged, in advance of the final,
It was Mousa Dembele returning from China.
Our midfield steed turned and spoke rather slowly,
The Belgian was back and he wanted a trophy;
“About beating Liverpool, I have some things to say,
Drop Eriksen deeper, and trust Aurier;
Hold your shape, let the ball do the work,
Frustrate Mo Salah, he’ll dive like a jerk;
Remember they’re human, a weakness to expose,
With each passing minute, our confidence grows;
When the time is right, unleash Sissoko’s missile,
And the Yids shall prosper at the final whistle.”
Last he winked at Poch, our Argentinian king
“To Dare Is To Do, let’s win the fudgein thing!”
Every football fan was sleeping, except for the Yids;
Shin guards and boots laid by the mantle with care,
“Glory Tottenham Hotspur” would soon fill the air;
Old Danny Rose was all snug in his bed,
While visions of Salah danced through his head;
And the league in the 60s, ‘84 as the model,
Dreamed sweet little dreams - Ricky, Ossie and Hoddle;
While oh down below the prep wouldn’t stop,
Poch and Perez gameplanning for Klopp.
Away to the mirror Jan treated his gash,
Spit out some blood, threw his mask in the trash.
The badger on top of our new-risen home,
Our “big summer signing” none bought and none loaned;
When what to my wonder should Harry appear,
Battered and bruised, after a long World Cup Year;
With a little old smile he reminisced on our trip,
A UCL final for the club made by Bill Nic.
More rapid than roosters his teammates they came,
And he whistled and shouted, “Lads seize the day!”
“Now Dier, now Dele, now Toby and Christian!
On Erik, On Lucas, on Winksy and Janssen!
This team never quits! It’s a part of our fabric!
Stick to the script! And believe Poch’s magic!”
How gleeful the squad, that Winsky did join,
To hold down the midfield, despite his bad groin;
So embrace him they did, how much he has grown,
The English Iniesta and one of our own.
Over in the corner, stood Fernando aloof
Awoken by a ghost, though he had no proof.
As he scratched his head, and clinically turned round,
Down the chimney Hugo Lloris came with a bound.
A daring French beauty, from his head to his foot,
Le Capitaine squashed the nerves caput;
Our defense steadfast, by the best keeper seen,
Put numbers in attack and he’ll keep our sheet clean.
His attacking mates behind him, always calm and merry,
First Lucas, our hat-trick hero, and head never hairy;
Next came a sight that would make the Reds quake,
Enter Sonny and Dele with a patent handshake;
Dele thought to the morrow, hand turned to a fist,
Sonny visualized a counter - inch-perfect assist.
Suddenly Fern’s ghost emerged, in advance of the final,
It was Mousa Dembele returning from China.
Our midfield steed turned and spoke rather slowly,
The Belgian was back and he wanted a trophy;
“About beating Liverpool, I have some things to say,
Drop Eriksen deeper, and trust Aurier;
Hold your shape, let the ball do the work,
Frustrate Mo Salah, he’ll dive like a jerk;
Remember they’re human, a weakness to expose,
With each passing minute, our confidence grows;
When the time is right, unleash Sissoko’s missile,
And the Yids shall prosper at the final whistle.”
Last he winked at Poch, our Argentinian king
“To Dare Is To Do, let’s win the fudgein thing!”
Kandi1977
Tony Galvin
I think the starting XI will be this, but formation might be 4-3-3, 4-2-3-1, 4-1-3-2 or 4-1-4-1. We don't really play one static formation anyway. We change and adapt as the game progress, and whether we attack or defend.
Lloris
Aurier-Toby-Verts-Rose
Sissoko-Winks
Dele-Eriksen-Son
Kane
Lloris
Aurier-Toby-Verts-Rose
Sissoko-Winks
Dele-Eriksen-Son
Kane
PochettinoPochettinoPochettino
Serge Aurier
Aurier hasnt started a game in months so think Trips will start. Not so sure about Winks either as he has been in out so reckon Dier will play, but hoping he plays Moura instead and really goes for it!
Glenda's Legs
Ian Walker
Rumour has it that Winks will be starting because he's one of the players we are putting up for the press conference later on. Apparently whilst not compulsory, UEFA prefer that only players intended to start are used for press conferences.
Gutter Boy
Tim Sherwood
Mind games
ricky2tricky4city
Luka Modric
I've been pretty busy all week and the days have ticked by with a surprising normality.
However today the anxiety is kicking in...I'm soon gonna be unapproachable, unable to carry out any task or request, answer any questions, make any decisions.... basically leave me well alone.
However today the anxiety is kicking in...I'm soon gonna be unapproachable, unable to carry out any task or request, answer any questions, make any decisions.... basically leave me well alone.
Baleforce
Mark Falco
ha, I know the feeling, other than checking in on here I'm avoiding all of the build up, I'm assuming its a dipper circle jerk out there and don't want to be exposed to it
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Serge Aurier
Winkys energy with Moussa will be epic if thats the case. Let's hope so.
ricky2tricky4city
Luka Modric
All week though, I've been comfortable about the game.
And although I'm not the biggest fan of the song, that 'i gotta feeling' Black eyed Peas tune keeps kicking off in my head......and it's not really born out of any of this 'our names on the cup' business.
And although I'm not the biggest fan of the song, that 'i gotta feeling' Black eyed Peas tune keeps kicking off in my head......and it's not really born out of any of this 'our names on the cup' business.
ricky2tricky4city
Luka Modric
Same here. Just starting to scroll thru a few bits I follow...but only people/channels I want to here from..not doing TV or radio really..it's just the same old chit chat.
Although Arsenal TV has kept me busy
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Serge Aurier
I’ve started a new job and in my 3rd week and it’s really slow. Trying to find someone to have a beer with at lunch in the city but no one is about!
Scrolling on here but not checking any media news at all fcuk em, fcuk em in the ear.
3:15pm get changed and walk to London Bridge, sink a beer in a pub then get the 4:05 to Gatwick and proceed to have more beers.
Nervous, buzzing, excited, worried, happy, anxious, scared. This is now. Come 7:59pm tomorrow I’m going to be a mess. Literally.
Scrolling on here but not checking any media news at all fcuk em, fcuk em in the ear.
3:15pm get changed and walk to London Bridge, sink a beer in a pub then get the 4:05 to Gatwick and proceed to have more beers.
Nervous, buzzing, excited, worried, happy, anxious, scared. This is now. Come 7:59pm tomorrow I’m going to be a mess. Literally.
Legohamster
Tom Huddlestone
Trippier had engine problems and crashed into the channel.
Legohamster
Tom Huddlestone
I would still start serge, from memory he’s actually been the CL right back when fit as well?
I can’t see Trippier not costing us a goal.
Mosquito_Coasting
Gerry Armstrong
What about Alderweireld there? Hasn’t he played RB for Belgium quite a lot?
Mosquito_Coasting
Gerry Armstrong
He can do a Corluka type job as not getting forwards much and doing well positionally against a fast marker.
