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Glenn Hoddle ( genius)

A spokesman for Hoddle said: "The condition is serious but Glenn is currently receiving specialist treatment and responding well."

The use of 'responding well' seems to emphasise that it's very severe.
 
I was upset to hear the news about Glenn and have been thinking about how he might be all day.

I am now 58 and Glenn is my favourite Spurs player and one of the greatest players in our history. In the mid 80s there was talk of him leaving Spurs and we used to regularly sing, " Don't go hoddle, don't go hoddle, don't go hoddle, don't go..."

The reports of his collapse do sound very serious, and perhaps even life threatening, so the words of the above song now carry even greater meaning.

Come on Glenn and come on you Spurs.
 
Please GHod he comes through unscathed. If ever he needed Graham Roberts looking after him, it's now
 
fudging hell. Get well soon, Hod! Responding well to treatment at least sounds somewhat positive!
 
paxtonwolf said:
It isnt sounding good so far. Hopefully some of the reporting is over-dramatic and it is not too serious. Get well soon Glenn
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Agreed about the reporting, some of them read like obits. Hopefully, it's more than the event has reminded them just how good a player (and manager) he was and it just makes a natural story.

It's interesting to note how a player so associated with Tottenham has important career steps with Wenger (who introduced him to modern coaching techniques) and Chelsea (where he set them on the way with his appreciation of foreign players). It's a great shame the way his England job ended and that we didn't get him as manager at his best.
 
The Guardian has the first report that I've see mention anything about what actually happened.

The former Spurs and England footballer Glenn Hoddle was recovering from a heart attack last night after collapsing in a London TV studio on his 61st birthday. A source close to the family told a former teammate that Hoddle had been “close to death” and was saved by the quick action of an employee at BT Sport who knew how to use a defibrillator.

A spokesman for Hoddle said last night: “The condition is serious but Glenn is receiving specialist treatment and responding well. Glenn’s family are with him and would like to thank everyone that has sent their support. They have also asked for their privacy to be respected.”

Hoddle, a regular pundit who was in the London studios to preview the match between Brighton and Wolves on Robbie Savage’s show, collapsed after the show and was taken to hospital after receiving attention from colleagues.

Savage tweeted: “Worst experience of my life today, thoughts and prayers with Glenn and his family, so proud of our BT Sport team today, all heroes.” Savage also praised the actions of Simon Daniels, a member of the production crew who provided first aid to Hoddle at the scene.

So pleased that Glenn is now getting the best care possible in hospital,” Daniels tweeted in response. “Just did what was necessary to give him a fighting chance. Thoughts are with his family.”

https://www.theguardian.com/footbal...oddle-collapse-seriously-ill-bt-sport-studios
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On a more cheery, not it's nice to read the "obit" reports without him actually dying. Hopefully next time will be many years in the future.

From Kevin Mitchell (The Observer, Spurs fan): Glenn Hoddle: the genius who Spurs fans love like no other
While his first game for Tottenham was curiously anonymous, as a substitute in a 2-2 draw against Norwich in August 1975, he drifted into the collective imagination in his first full appearance shortly afterwards, against Stoke City in the old First Division.

As Alan Hudson, who was in Stoke colours that day, recalled this month: “I took one look at this tall, lanky kid and you could tell immediately he was a class apart. His touch, even then, was superb – and then he scored a superb long-range goal against Peter Shilton. At the end of the game, which Spurs won 2-1, I said to him: ‘You keep up with that, lad, and you can achieve everything you want to.’ You could tell even then he was destined for great things, and he fulfilled his potential. More the point, too, he’s never let me forget what I told him.”

That performance sealed it. Hoddle’s ascent was inevitable. On the Shelf, we could neither imagine nor countenance a slip of any kind. If others did not appreciate him, we cared little, although, even in a sport as tribal as football, he had admirers beyond north London.

For all his talent, there wasn’t much Hoddle could do to stop Spurs dropping into the old Second Division that season, a disappointment the fans saw coming more clearly than did the management, but he did not flee, as is the modern habit. Perhaps that is why we were forever grateful to him for remaining as faithful to the club as we were – much as Harry Kane has done (so far).

There was a mutuality in the deal. Hoddle, born in Hayes, raised in Harlow, was Spurs to the core. He was the glue in the team and the club. We admired Steve Perryman and Graham Roberts. We were in awe of Paul Miller’s commitment. We delighted in the trickery of Alfie Conn. We cherished Pat Jennings. We embraced Ossie Ardíles and Ricky Villa. We respected Keith Burkinshaw. And we loved Glenn Hoddle.
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It was not so much the volume of his deeds for Spurs – FA and Uefa Cups, a relatively modest 88 goals in 371 league matches, 110 goals in 479 appearances in all – as the way he lit up any pitch in blue and white. Certainly, he was more comfortable playing for Tottenham than he was with England, where critics reckoned he lacked consistency and a work ethic.

Acclaim was widespread but flickering. The consensus (in our circle, at least) was that he was worth more than his 53 England caps on aesthetic grounds alone. Who looked better in shorts and boots on a cold winter’s day? Who turned more great defenders into so many lampposts? Michel Platini famously said of him: “If he had been French, he would have would have won well over 100 caps and the team would have been built around him.”

But England managers, especially Ron Greenwood and Bobby Robson, too often saw him as a luxury (as they did Le Tissier and others). His impact was subtle but lasting, for those who suffered for it on the pitch as well as those who gloried in it in pubs and bars and trains home afterwards.
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