Lee Harvey Gets Another One

Lee Harvey must have been on top of the stands for this one, getting a fantastic shot in to take out Didier Zokora; even as a life-long Spurs fan this is totally out-of-order. You cheating bastard Zokora. It really hurts when I see Spurs players do this; you expect this sort of stuff off Arsenal, Man U and the rest of the tosspot teams in the Premiership but not Spurs. Oh just a minute what about this Klinsmann, sorry OK, but it's bloody annoying.

Jimmy Greaves you have a lot to answer for for making me fall in love with Spurs, has it been worth it all those year's of pain......god damn it yes. But thank you Jimmy as I have no qualms about standing around in the Saturday game, doing fuck-all for the whole game and then scoring a cheeky little masterpiece, even if I say so myself. Sorry where's that quote about Jimmy doing nothing apart from scoring a hat-trick? Anybody help?

Hey is there anybody out there reading this stuff? There's never any comments, am I just ranting in the cyber wilderness?

Just a test, quite literally.

Which player scored a hat-trick on his debut for his club and his debut for England.

Which player scored on his debut for every one of his clubs and England.

The winner gets to take me out no expenses spared.

How about this connection between Greavsie and Garrincha, the most colourful Brazilian player, if not the best, and a stray dog. The dog pisses over Greavsie and Garrincha adopts the dog and takes him back to Brazil.

Though I should really thank George Best for one of the best games of my life. The Saturday after his death for the first and only time of my life I dedicated the game to George Best. I thought if in some way I might beat somebody with some sort of an approximation of a mazy dribblet in the penalty area and score a goal it would be my little tribute.
Well the Universe taught me some sort of lesson that day. Within 20 minutes I'd scored a hat-trick. But in a very unGeorgie Best way. Three shots from 25-to-30 yards out. I almost never score from shots and never that far out. My foot just connected so sweetly and perfectly with the ball, two left and one right-footed shots. The ball felt as light as a feather, I just hit it on the bounce and it screamed away to the left or right corners for the first two. The third shows how far out I was, I have to remember this because I never shoot for goal this far out and now it's starting to fade like some sort of horny football day dream. I got the ball in mid-field, so far out the goalie, our full time professional goalie who I'd beaten twice already was bending down by the right post getting new gloves. I say professional as he was capable of actually diving and stopping shots and he had his own gloves. Anyway I see him bending down and just struck it most delightfully into the opposite corner. The goalie had time to look up, swear and start to run but it was in the goal. And I was chuffed to bits.
The universe had one more trick in its bag. Nothing much eventful happened for the rest of the game until near the end I picked up the ball, ran down the wing, beat one, beat two, ran out of space came back beat the second player again and crossed into the box. I didn't see the rest but the team said Mo, our goal-hanging specialist was in the box, and the perfectly flight cross bounced off his head and into the goal. Instead of congratulating Mo, the team ran up to me and gave me the goal. In the background I could hear Mo yelling disconsolately, "But it's fucking mine."
I'm not entirely sure what the lesson is that the universe taught me but thank you George. After the game I was wondering whether I might have a massive session in the local, be the life and soul of the party and wake up the next morning to beside a Miss World. No such luck.