Thank you, Harry—it is thoroughly deserved. Were it not for the cheating of certain other clubs, you surely would have won something with us.
I thank you for having brought us, if only for a fleeting moment, such happiness and pride.
It’s a beautiful story, Harry—truly beautiful—but I have a feeling that the circle isn’t quite complete; something is still missing.
With the hope that is—I trust—being rekindled at Tottenham for a return to beautiful football, there is one piece of the puzzle still absent, and you, Harry, are that missing link.
Yes, it’s true that the grass may look greener elsewhere, but the grass at home is always the best. Please, Harry: win the Champions League, then come back to us—back home, to your own garden, among your own people.