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The scene is set for the big game. For Spurs, it is yet another test to show whether things have changed. Whether we will no longer flatter to deceive but actually kick on. Is this time different? Do we have what it takes to rise to the occasion? Will we perform like we did against Arsenal and Chelsea or regress toour former easy touch? Damned if ...

We have been this way before. It is deja vu, familiar territory. My sad tale from 1987 involved missing the League Cup semi-final, second leg, and then the replay. It was just bad luck. I had been at Highbury for the first leg, when I had commented that we might rue a Clive Allen miss. But, before the second leg, I had jetted to warmer ...

God I'm hungover. So hungover. Thursday nights out are a killer. But it was worth it. Why? Because I went to Faces. I'd never been before, but I'd seen Ledley on the front page of the Metro falling out the front door so many times, I felt like a regular. Needless to say it was a good night, and thankfully I didn't bump into Aaron and T Hudd ...

I'm not sure quite what Defoe has to do to start for England. 8 goals in 12 appearances under Capello, and 7 in 6 starts this season for club and country, are apparently not enough to force the prolific Emile Heskey out of the starting XI. If Capello picks Heskey to start against Croatia on Wednesday, I'll rip out my fingernails with a pair of ...

International break is always pretty dull. Normally a few Spurs players get called up and play a bit part in a boring England friendly. One of them usually comes back with an injury. The squad gets together a day before our next league game. We usually lose. It's a total waste of time really. And it's not like we didn't have one a month ago, ...

Morning Yiddos It always feels a bit strange at this time of year. The transfer window shuts, the ITK rumours cease, PL football is off the calendar for two weeks... it's almost as if I've been on a 48 hour bender and now I'm suffering from a massive Monday morning comedown. There's an emptiness inside which no amount of friendlies against ...

I feel tired this morning. I was out at Gaucho last night and I drank too much red wine. I didn't sleep well. And the transfer window knocked the fucking stuffing out of me. I don't know why I bother getting so worked up over what inevitably ends as a damp squib. I suppose it's some sort of self-masichism, another form of pain that comes with ...

Deadline day fellow yiddos and it looks like it's going to be another busy day for Levy - It never rains but it pours. As the BBC blog says, ''Thank heavens for Tottenham...'', I honestly don't know what Andy Burton (CAD) would do without us. There's been plenty of bullshit flying the cyberweb the past 24 hours, but it seems one ...

Bank Holiday Monday brings a welcome respite from work and one final fling on the transfer merry-go-round before we shut up shop, batten down the hatches and realise we've just sold half our squad to Man Utd without any replacements. At all. Apart from that 18-year old they gave us on loan. How kind of them. So it's with sodden brow, clammy hands ...

It all seemed to be going so well. 12pts from 4 games, 100% record in all competitions, Lennon in the form of his life and Arsene Wenger throwing a tantrum. But then Lee fucking Bowyer, who else, had to come along and deck our Croatian maestro. And while it wasn't intentional, or even that bad a tackle, it still makes me stand up and shout ...