Gulp. Spurs are officially bottom of the League. Horrible. At least until they play today at 17:00 (swedish time). It's so ridiculously tight down there, though, that a win would see them move up about five places or more. So fingers (and everything else) crossed and thumbs held for that. A bit of a grudge match with traitorous Sol playing for them (amongst other ex-Spurs boys) and 'arry and little Jermaine having moved in the opposite direction.
A little snow here today. Najs säger jag. Hopefully more on the way, as the temperature is hovering around the zero mark. I've just treated myself to a nice Lemsip. Mmmm. Although it doesn't taste the same as I remember. A little sourer. Or maybe that's just me, snigger.
To dare is to do, baby...
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