Young Boys Wankdorf Spurs

  
   Seeing as I was on the road for our illustrious Champions League playoff game at the Wankdorf, and the Stoke game was not televised, I really don't have much to say, so I'll vent.
   I was nervous about the match against Young Boys. They were a team I've never heard of, but they did knock off Fenerbahce, which I took as a shock. I was traveling to a meeting two hours away that started at kick off. As the meeting was slightly delayed, I consulted my iPhone (in the 6th minute) and found Spurs a goal down. I exclaimed, "You've got to be kidding me!" which drew a little attention. I just knew it was all over, and started looking to see what teams are in the Europa League, and what chance we may have in that tournament.
   At the lunch break, I confirmed my worst fears. Spurs pulled a Spurs. Had I not learned anything as an England supporter this Summer? Why do I ever fool myself into being optimistic? I knew Champions League football meant the sting of failure would be that much more crushing. Isn't the League Cup good enough for me? Well, thank God for Super Pav. He's given us a thread of hope.
   As for the Stoke game, I knew I wouldn't be watching it, so it was a little hard to get excited. A win was a must for morale and momentum, but I was not expecting anything but disappointment. However, we apparently lucked into three points by the marvelous work of the freaky little ref. Thanks Foy. Bale, once again, has proven that he is our stand out player. I know who's number will be on my new replica kit when I buy it. Bale deserves Champions League football.
   After several days to shake off the numbness...I'm optimistic about Wednesday's game. I mean, we're at home, our backs are against the wall, and we're playing the most important match in over 40 years. What could stop us?
   I don't have the same sense of foreboding I did last week. Spurs will put the Young Boys to the sword, and we'll pocket $10 mil and a ticket into the Champions League. Come on you Spurs!
  
   I'm such an idiot.

They did everything they could...except score 9 goals

   It's been a while since my last post, but my family and I took a trip to the Texas Hill Country, and to the center of the Spurs universe. I heard rumors that there was a town that has hundreds of thousands of Spurs fans nestled deep in the heart of Texas. Excitedly, I packed the family truckster (and the family) and headed east to this supposed Tottenham Mecca.
   As I was on the outskirts of San Antonio, I saw a car with the license plate that read SPURS2. "Awesome!", I thought, as I made my way deeper into the city. Then I met this guy: El Loco Lobo.

El Loco Lobo does floors, too.

   I soon realized that the Spurs this town worshiped, and my beloved Tottenham, might be different teams altogether. Perchance a different sport.
   Disappointed, I left to find the basement of the Alamo...

   After a multitude of disappointments on this trip (including getting the Villarreal match report), I decided to forget about the World Cup, ignore preseason friendlies, and wait for the start of the season against Citeh.
   We left off last season with the most exciting scenario since I have been supporting Spurs, battling Man City for 4th and the Champion's League. We got it (in spite of our performance against Burnley a week later).

   I haven't done a season preview, as every preview I've ever listened to or read is always crap. Spurs will finish in the top 5, be mid-table, or be in a relegation battle. It's Spurs - all three will happen in the course of the season. Go back and compare predictions versus results. It's just like making scoreline predictions for matches: it's pointless drivel. I don't know what in hell is going to happen any more than you, Harry Redknapp, or Andy Gray (God forbid). You probably don't want to read it, and I don't want to write it.
   Anyhoo, we played Man City. I thought we were awesome. We played positive football, we defended, and we missed every chance in the world. All credit to Joe Hart, though. Good job picking keepers, Capello.

   We should have started the season with three points, but I am satisfied with anything but a opening day loss. We've got a light run for the next couple of games, and of course there's Champion's League play on Tuesday. Confidence is high, and life is Lily white.

COME ON YOU

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