Spring hobbles into view. Slowly. Well, it's still a few degrees below zero, but the sun is out and there's a slight feeling of thawing. It's gonna take a while, mind, loads of snow still piled up all over.
Whatever - I've foolishly decided that it's here and dressed accordingly. *Brrrr*. Maybe I was a little premature with the Spring wardrobe. Not that it'll stop me, men ändå...
A fantastic week last week for the mighty Spurs. Three wins and hanging on to fourth place in the League (albeit by our fingernails). Quarter finals of the FA Cup today so every game counts at the moment. 1991 and Gazza seems a long time ago. It's about bloody time.
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