When the two inconsistency kings of the Premiership met last night the outcome was exactly what you’d have expected – unexpected.
Spurs emerged victorious, winning three nil, and in truth it was the proverbial stroll for them.
Man City looked like a bunch of, admittedly very talented and successful, painters and decorators who play on Sundays and didn’t know each other very well, didn’t speak the same language, and were feeling the cold.
Errr…. apart from the painters and decorators bit….
Robinho appeared ineffective. I don’t think he likes the cold very much. Perhaps Mark ought to consider thermal underwear for him. If you’re a City fan, I’m not sure how happy you’ll be to hear his recent avowal to stay until hell freezes over. Is there a Batmanho out there to come to his aid as the nights draw in?
Adebayor looked more Adafewpintsbefor and even the normally effervescent Che Given looked like his Given had been Taken away. By the time the superb KrankedYaCar, KrammedCar, KrunchHire (oh you know who I mean) had slid the third through his splayed legs, his eff has definitely vesced.
To be fair, City were robbed of a clear penalty (another one for video evidence lobby) but irrespective of this, they were definitely second best. Makes you wonder how long Mark Hughes has got if they continue in this vein. A subject for another time perhaps.
Anyway, the result puts Harry’s Tottingham right back in the frame to break into the top four Champions League Cartel.
And no doubt pleases the Villa, as the chasing pack cancel each other out.
Ciao for now, Herbert Crespo.
