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Tony Galvin
This is it.
One match.
90 minutes give or take.
90 minutes between us and flipping the entire fu-cking paradigm of this 2024/25 season on it's silly little head.
If you don't feel it in yer waters, then go to the Doctor's NOW muthafukka!
Because we have arrived at the most deliciously glorious and wonderful Tottenham moment, the sort that ONLY Tottenham Hotspur FC can create in context of a season like ours; you can kick us, beat us, cripple half our fu-king squad, throw tomatoes still in the tin at our manager, yet SOMEHOW we're in a European final when the likes of those filthy dirty prancing Goons and Manchester bricktty aren't. Remember, there are loads of boring Uniteds and City's, but there's only ONE HOTSPUR!
This side -this squad- is so YOUNG that they know not of the 'baggage' associated with our (more recent) history.
They DGAF.
What they DO know is how to re-arrange their feet and minds when it comes to European football.
So whatever you think you know, whatever you fear could happen, just know it's in YOUR head...that this collection of not-especially-star-studded, perhaps too-young, and most certainly inconsistent players knows how to get their jive on when it counts. And it counts only once more this season.
In this one.
We have the beauty, we have the history, we have the cheek, the charm, the swagger, the magic and the rhythm to win. With the power of a charging rhino, no-one can stop us.
No-one.
Believe you bastards, and believe with all your hearts!
COYS










One match.
90 minutes give or take.
90 minutes between us and flipping the entire fu-cking paradigm of this 2024/25 season on it's silly little head.
If you don't feel it in yer waters, then go to the Doctor's NOW muthafukka!
Because we have arrived at the most deliciously glorious and wonderful Tottenham moment, the sort that ONLY Tottenham Hotspur FC can create in context of a season like ours; you can kick us, beat us, cripple half our fu-king squad, throw tomatoes still in the tin at our manager, yet SOMEHOW we're in a European final when the likes of those filthy dirty prancing Goons and Manchester bricktty aren't. Remember, there are loads of boring Uniteds and City's, but there's only ONE HOTSPUR!
This side -this squad- is so YOUNG that they know not of the 'baggage' associated with our (more recent) history.
They DGAF.
What they DO know is how to re-arrange their feet and minds when it comes to European football.
So whatever you think you know, whatever you fear could happen, just know it's in YOUR head...that this collection of not-especially-star-studded, perhaps too-young, and most certainly inconsistent players knows how to get their jive on when it counts. And it counts only once more this season.
In this one.
We have the beauty, we have the history, we have the cheek, the charm, the swagger, the magic and the rhythm to win. With the power of a charging rhino, no-one can stop us.
No-one.
Believe you bastards, and believe with all your hearts!
COYS









