These are the days we dream of, soggy queues and crushed hopes, shoulders rounded against the oppression of defeat. No longer!
These are the nights we long for, banish in an instant decades of mediocrity, though our loyalty never wavered and now to be rewarded.
These are the moments we yearn for. Floodlit intensity, venerable old stand, seen it all now shakes with passion fresh and heady. As the ranks of the worthy and chosen fall back, others press forward to take their place. Willing voices chorus into the dark. Tonight, outside the extremities of the searing ball of light that is a corner of north London, there is nothingness. We and the white shirts, we who hold the heritage and soul of this club in our hearts, nothing exists save for this moment.
Dawson, mighty leader, fearless, proud: let us inspire you so you may inspire those around you. Luka my lovely Luka, float unencumbered above the turf and above the mere mortals in your presence. Scheme and plot their downfall, then plunge a knife into their hearts! Gomes, we will lift you to the heights. Be brave: hold the ball, you can you will.
Van der Vaart, do not be taken by surprise by our triumphs. Spin your magical bewilderment, trap them in your web, spellbound. And Bale, born to play for Spurs, such pace and power seldom seen despite all the greats that have gone before, muscular stalwart, you are invulnerable. Their tackles cannot harm you, their defence cannot halt you. You are unstoppable.
Call up the spirits, Blanchflower, Richards, Smith, White! Call up the fans to lift our heroes! Glory awaits. Come On You Spurs
9 thoughts on “These Are The Nights We Long For”
Have you swallowed a poetry anthology?
BTW… totally agree
And so say all of us.
I was already shaking before I read this. All this drama…. I don’t think I’ll be able to take it if we have to come from behind tonight!
cant stop thinkin about it…shakin….checking the time every ten minutes…
Loving it!!! COYMFS
Ahhhhhhhh, need to get home and have a beer to calm my nerves and get into good voice.
Im just pushing paper around my desk and reading blogs in hope that time goes faster.
Gotta make sure the swear pot is out of the lounge before kick of tonight else it may cost me allot of Fu**ing money.
Come on you spurs. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
fear not fellow yids. tonight will be our night!!! COYS x
From Across the Atlantic in the United States: Come on You Spurs!!!