So we were at work yesterday evening and our crew nipped outside for a coffee and a smoke, where the talk turned to footy.
One of the lads asked who the Villa had got next and I said “Spurs at home, another shoeing”.
Things turned a little surreal here, as one of the lads (a Blues fan, no less) said we’d win.
I asked him if he’d watched our defence, but it made no difference. Anyway, we were all incredulous and the end result was that we’ve got a bet on and the winner gets a fish and chips supper, courtesy of the loser.
I love fish and chips.
I’m not proud to say that I’ve bet against us, but that’s where we are and while I’d be happy to lose the bet, I just can’t see it happening.
For me, it’s just a question of how many goals Spurs will want to score.
They fielded a weakened team in Europe the other night, so you can be sure they’ll play a full strength side today and yet again, you have to worry for us.
Remi Garde has asked for some passion from the players and to be honest, it just struck me as clutching at straws. It seemed an act of last gasp desperation and if you actually have to ask for passion, you know you’re in trouble.
I could rattle on about how we might setup for the game, but I think it’s pointless, as we all know that we’ll most likely concede first and the floodgates will open.
We have the same injuries and there’s no-one fresh coming in, so we know what we’re going to get.
Spurs probably have Deli Alli back, but it doesn’t really matter, as I think whoever they put out will beat us at a stroll.
The pundits are invariably predicting a two or three nil loss and I think they’re being kind.
As I said, I think it’s just a case of how many Spurs want to score.
I can’t raise any shred of optimism these days, it’s as simple as that and
the only surprise is that Spurs are only 1-2 to win the game.
A 0-2 loss at best, I’m afraid.