Gudjohnsen's bizarre first introduction to the Tottenham squad

"Great to 'av you on board Eidur" said a beaming Harry as the two men walked casually down the corridor toward the dressing room.

"Honestly Harry there was never any doubt in my mind once I heard Spurs were in for me. West Ham offered a great package but I really didn't like the way Mr Sullivan kept taking pictures of my wife" said Eidur, his face racked with a mixture of confusion and concern. "Anyway" he started, shaking off the unpleasant memories, "I'm just excited to be back in England again and looking forward to meeting the rest of the squad"

"Oh they're a great bunch of characters 'ere, real nice group of lads" Harry rambled affectionately "You've got nothing to be worried about".

After a brief moment's silence they reached the door of the dressing room. "The boys have just come in from some drills, follow me". Harry pushed the door gently open and beckoned Eidur into the room after him with a sweep of his hand. The Icelandic forward shuffled in and was confronted with a buzz of happy chitter chatter and laughter; the various Tottenham players spread out on benches, jostling each other and taking off their muddy boots.

"Right first fings first" Harry proclaimed "You'd better meet Ledley our captain". Harry led Eidur through the bustling crowd of jovial Tottenham players and beckoned towards the corner of the room. "Ledley...Ledley I've got someone 'ere to see you". Eidur glanced around, unsure of where to look, when his eyes were caught by movement from behind a white medical curtain. With the scrunching of synthetic material and a metallic scrape the curtain was drawn back by a haggard old woman draped in Eastern European shawls and there, on a treatment table, lay Ledley King. Encouraged by Harry, Eidur tentatively walked forward and extended a nervous palm.

"Welcome to Tottenham" Ledley began, shaking Eidur's hand enthusiastically "Harry had mentioned we might be getting another striker on boar...", his voice trailed off.

Eidur stood transfixed as the elderly woman proceeded to smear the unpleasant looking contents of a bucket over Ledley's knee; chunks of ochre coloured offal splattering onto the dressing room floor. Turning pale and clearly feeling nauseous Gudjohnsen looked up at Ledley, managing to splutter, "Is that...is that...placen..."

"Part of my world cup preparations?" beamed the giant centreback "Yep sure is, Olga here is going to make sure I'm on that plane to South Africa".

Gudjohnsen suddenly looked perplexed: "But surely with Terry and Ferdinand fit, and players like Upson waiting in the wing..?"

"Right well thats that fella's" Harry quickly interjected, dragging Gudjohnsen away forcibly by the waist. The old woman cowered beside Ledley hissing protectively and making threatening gestures with her withered, leathery old hands. "Don't mention the world cup" Harry mumbled under his breath to Eidur "Only thing that keeps the poor lad going".

"Well" Harry proclaimed, instantly cheery again "Suppose you'd better meet the rest of em". They walked a couple of paces before Harry stopped and pointed out some of the other players.

"Those there are your striking partners". Near some benches Peter Crouch stood with his eyes closed and his arms outspread; bare feet submerged in a pile of MiracleGrow, face pointed up towards the fluorescent strip lighting. Defoe scrambled round his feet, attentively sprinkling drops from a pink watering can onto the compost.

"And there's the team captain Robbie". Eidur gazed over as Keane emerged dripping from the showers, nothing hiding his flabby palid body, and proceeded to wind up his towel into a tight looking spiral. With no warning he began to charge stark naked around the dressing room, whipping his team mates mercilessly whilst emitting a series of incoherent shrieks and giggles. "No Robbie please, not again, we don't like it" pleaded Jenas effeminately as his delicate thighs were lashed.

"Erm shouldn't we do something?" Eidur said, looking concerned.

Harry bellowed with laughter "That's just Keano doin' is thing. Great for team morale, the others just love it!"

The diminutive Irishman's rampage continued, flaying Alan Hutton's backside as he desperately struggled to put on his StarWars Y-fronts. Eventually Corluka lumbered over, pinned the writhing, wild eyed Irishman to the ground and tore his towel in half.

Harry chuckled away to himself "Those lot ey?". He looked at Eidur and rolled his eyes. "Actually, I might av a little treat for you fella come over ere". Eidur followed reluctantly, his expression fraught with anxiety and doubt. Harry pushed aside a couple of players and shouted over at a couple of younger looking characters sitting on a bench together. Bale and Modric who were giggling away contentedly, playing 'Cat's Cradle' with a bootlace, looked up, and Harry beckoned Luka with an authoritative finger.

"Ere we are Luka" said Harry, ruffling the little midfielder's hair "I've got another Croatian for you to play with". Both players looked at each other, utterly bewildered. There was a small silence. "Go on get in there, don't be shy now" laughed Harry as he pushed the two players together uncomfortably.

"But Harry, Im not Croatian, Im Icelandi..."

"Course you're Croatian Eidur" said Harry pushing the players together with even greater force "Why the hell do ya think I signed ya?". The two footballers were now gasping for breath, Modric began to admit an impossibly high pitched scream before biting Harry and scuttling away to hide behind one of the urinals.

Harry grasped his hand and emitted a stream of obscenities before turning to Eidur and apologizing. "Right well that's about that, just one final thing...don't go talking to that Russian lad, he's bad news. Bad attitude ya see? Lazy" Harry tapped his head.

"Why is he in that...cage?" Eidur questioned, looking more than a little perturbed by his experience thus far.

The gaunt looking Russian sat hunched in a restrictive metal enclosure, the tatters of a Spartak Moscow kit hanging from his protruding bones. With what seemed like an exhaustive effort the man raised his doleful eyes up to Eidur and, in heavily accented English, spluttered "Please...help...me".

Eidur stood mouth agape, horrified. Harry noting his reaction stood there nodding sympathetically. "Don't worry son, I don't av a bloody clue what he's sayin either".

A long silence ensued as Eidur slowly shook himself to his senses. Harry glanced agitated at his watch "Sorry lad but I gotta dash, any questions before I go?"

Gudjohnsen looked down, trying to take it all in, "Yes actually...does he always do that?". The striker pointed at his leg to reveal a partially clothed Michael Dawson, thrusting wildly, tongue lolling out at the corner of his mouth with a vacant smile stretched across his face.

"Ahh I think he likes you" Harry chortled as he headed towards the door "Told you you'd fit right in..."

The door banged shut.

The Most Important Game of Tottenham's Season

The Fulham game was like losing my virginity all over again. The performance was, apart from some occasional half hearted forward thrusts, a flaccid and desperate disappointment. Yet, when it was all over (slightly earlier than expected) I was flooded with the same relief and confidence I felt all those mont...sorry...years ago.

Liverpool and Hull had placed doubts in the mind of many a Spurs fan over our ability to last the season. On one hand there was our inability to break down 'park the bus teams', tapping gently and feebly on their windows rather than smashing Bentley's porsche into the side and mugging every terrified pensioner on board. Then there was the criticism we lacked the mental strength to take on the top teams, utterly devoid of the belief and confidence needed to get a result. Fulham has not changed either of these factors. We still spend much of our time against these types of opposisiton looking as clueless and panicked as Sol Campbell in a brothel.

However, Tuesday's game was an enormously reassuring experience for a packed White Hart Lane. Finally, the curse of Gareth Bale was lifted. The monkey that has clung onto his back for so many games can now return to its seat in the Upper West stand, next to the rest of Gareth's siblings. Bale was excellent yet again and the way he took it in turn to applaud every stand at the final whistle showed just how much the result meant to him. He has the fitness and pace to sprint up and down that left flank like no-one else. He also is strong and useful aerially for someone who (hopefully) still has a lot of growing to do. Yes, his positioning and defensive decision-making can be dodgy but many people fail to remember he's still only 20; such mental elements rely on gametime and experience, neither of which he has been blessed with. The real reason I like Bale though, is that the opposition are scared of him. He is capable of lifting the entire tempo and atmsophere of a game with one run and the prospect of Lennon and him galloping down their respective wings makes me feel good in my special area.

I would like to say (as many of the papers incorrectly reported) that Bentley had a cracking game and has put himself back into contention. In truth, watching him was rather like watching your club-footed child playing sport; you are caught between desperately wanting him to do well and screaming 'take that f*cking special case off'. All his desperately ineffectual flicks and spins would be great fun if we had been 5-0 up but they often put his team members under pressure and were greeted with howls of derision from the crowd. He put a few decent balls in but his free kick was lucky, his pace is laughable and he just doesn't look capable of fitting into the team. £10 million from Wet Spam will do nicely. Whats that Mr Sullivan? 10 quid and a pair of Zola's used undies? You sir have yourself a deal!

It gives me even greater delight to inform you that both Sergeant Wilson and Luka put in the kind of performances we have not seen of late. Palacios was back to his best; charging around bellowing Honduran war chants and felling the Fulham midfield with tackles that would have had the Conquistadors rowing desperately back across the Atlantic, pantaloons round their dainty ankles. Modric, who is still settling back into the team, also looked like the old Luka we all know and love. He was the heartbeat of the midfield; dinking delicate balls forward, cutting inside and generally causing trouble with every touch. Perhaps even more encouraging was the understanding that was evident between him and Bale. Stories abounded of Gareth finding a banana in his locker before the game alongside a note scrawled in poor English saying 'we can be friend??' Bale, utterly perplexed, scanned the dressing room and noticed little Luka strapping on his size 4 boots, giggling shyly and hiding under his fringe; something beautiful was born.

It wasn't all good news. Defoe has begun to get frustrated in a way that not even Katie Price can remedy, having wild pop shots in his attempt to break his apparent 'goal drought'. Crouchy is always a useful outlet but for God's sake someone buy that lad a gym membership, get him bicep curling the team oranges...anything!! It continues to astound me that this caricature we use as a 'target man' could be outjumped and pushed off the ball by some of the vertically challenged gentlemen you often (accidentely) come across on specialist adult sites. King was imperious at the back again as was Dawson, but the latter's distribution was dire. Stick to heading it Daws, and if I see you trying to play one more impossibly Beckham-esque cross field ball, I'm going to rip out your knees and give them to Ledley.

All in all, it was an unspectacular and competent performance which in many ways could define our season. Not only have we put breathing space between us and Liverpool but players who are integral to our team, seem to have recaptured the form we require of them to suceed. One game is one game, and this is Tottenham. Anything can happen from here but the signs are positive. Can we make the Top 4?? Probably not, but after the last few games I was starting to see our name engraved onto a shiny plaque saying "7th place". Bring on Birmingham and Villa.

In'ArryWeTrust

Why Tottenham are NOT a Top 4 team!

To say I'm absolutely fuming after that result would be like saying George Michael is "a little bit camp" or that Tevez is "not very good looking". I am absolutely, manically, psychopathically, kick a young child in the face livid.

This was it, our big chance to break the jinx that has lain heavy on our shoulders for 16 long years. Liverpool were not only without Gerrard and Torres, they were also without Johnson and Benayoun. Up against a high flying, technically gifted, full strength Tottenham side were the global superstars of Darby, Degen, Ngog and a long haired Greek gyps...sorry I mean 'traveller' who's name no-one can pronounce. It was set to be an embarrassment for Liverpool; their season so far akin to some kind of hamstrung, mortally injured deer writhing helplessly, bleating loudly, just wanting to be put out of its misery. You can almost picture Defoe and Crouchy jostling each other "You do it Crouchy, I can't, its so pathetic it just seems wrong", "No Jermain I don't wanna kill it, its lookin' at me, STOP IT FROM LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT".

Let's get one thing out the way first: Howard Webb continued his glorious tradition of screwing over every Tottenham performance he officiates. Primarily there was the inexplicably disallowed goal. A goal so blatant that even Andy Gray hinted that his beloved Gerrard FC might have 'gotten a wee bit of luck there'. Then there was the yanking of Crouch's shirt and the eventual bundling of him to the ground by Kyrgiakos, clearly a Liverpool free kick. The second appeal, a blatant trip on Crouch, surely a penalty? Webb, eyes darting side to side with fear at the noise of the Kop, points authoritatively to the bemused looking linesman, stood with his flag firmly down, whimpering something about offside. Every time Crouchy won a header he was 'backing in' or' using his arms', Howard Webb mincing up effeminately after the infringement and having a word with Peter, telling him he was too tall and it was unfair on the other players. I'm fairly sure I saw him blowing kisses at Rafa after the final whistle; waving like a lovestruck pre-pubescent girl and making the 'call me' sign with his fingers. When I see a letter from a "Mr H Webb" complaining about Tottenham's new stadium plans the pantomime plot will be complete.

Yet the truth, and this is the part that really hurts, is that we just weren't good enough. Once again we showed that when the pressure is on and when the fight gets tough, we sink and disappear without a trace. I hate to say it but I was actually happy when 'Arry brought Keane on. Yes he ended up being fairly ineffectual but big games need big characters and we have those in enormously short supply. For all the lovely passing and possession football, it seemed as though every player went in thinking 'Oh well, its been 16 years, if we don't win this no-one will care'. I hate to subscribe to the knee jerk media circus line of claiming Tottenham 'lack mental strength' only to then claim they've 'come of age' next time they win, but the evidence is stacking up. Liverpool had about as much genuine quality as a sleazy backstreet in Bangkok but they wanted it more, plain and simple, and that won them the game.

Our tactics did not help. Kranjcar has been a revelation since arriving and Modric is held up by most football fans as a world class talent but neither are out and out wingers. When played together, their penchant for cutting inside leaves the centre of the pitch enormously congested. 20 players all bunched together in the centre circle hacking each others legs in the vain hope of touching the ball may be one of Phil Brown's more sordid fantasies but it is not the way we play and certainly not the way we win. We look at our most dangerous when balls are being pinged out to the wings and play is being stretched. It worries me just how much we miss Lennon when he is out; his pace and the width he gives us are absolutely crucial to how we play. Both Modric and Krancjar went missing for us and the sooner we have a Gio or a Danny Rose to bring off the bench and shake things up the better.

I'm not going to run through the game exhaustively as I'm sure you all watched it but for me there were two small highlights. The first of these was Bale who really is starting to look like a great talent. His defensive weakness wasn't apparent as he tracked back well, looking good in the air and in the tackle. Going forward he was excellent as usual, invariably beating his man and putting in some dangerous crosses. Tottenham are still yet to win a Premiership game with him in the starting line-up and I have to clamp my hand firmly over my mouth everytime I see the teamsheet to stop a hysterical "BURN HIM" escaping. That said, he is playing well and growing in confidence; the sooner we banish this ridiculous concept of a hex to the dark ages, where it belongs, the better. I was also impressed with Hutton and, as I have said before, would be sad to see him go. He offers a considerably more combative and mobile option than Corluka who spends much of his time staring into space or crafting clumsily constructed daisy chains with his giant hairy paws. I know Hutton is reported to have serious personal issues but he goes in for tackles that make Joe Jordan wince and is never afraid to stick his head on the ball. Unless Naughton or Walker make the step up, 'Arry would be advised to keep him in the squad.

To move back briefly to my original point, Tottenham have scrapped for that elusive fourth spot for many seasons now, always failing for the same reason...we were not good enough. Well now, on paper at least, we are. We have a strength in depth that most manager's would sell their youngest daughter for and have a number of players who could slide easily into a Top 4 line-up. Yet, the reason we will not make the Champions League this season is that others want it more than us and over the course of the season that will inevitably overpower sheer ability. Man City will eventually break the top four and Aston Villa will always be knocking on the door. Next season Everton will be up there as will Sunderland and a free spending Birmingham. If there was ever a season to break the cartel this is it. Liverpool hasn't scuppered our season, it has just placed those familiar doubts in our mind. We still need a world class striker to partner Crouch and Defoe, we still need a midfield enforcer to give Hudd and Palacios competition but most of all we need the guts and desire to see things through. I am doubting you lads, prove me wrong!

InArryWeTrust

Lets all laugh at the Top 4!!

This transfer window has hardly been a Tottenham fan's dream. The Sandro saga rolls on with his agent, club and year 7 maths teacher all pitching in with cast iron quotes about how his 'dream move' to England is 'hours from completion' whilst also stating he will under no circumstances be leaving Internationale. Generally speaking though, it has been quieter and more timid than Luka Modric doing karaoke; little clawed hairy hands nervously gripping the microphone, emitting occasional high pitched squeaks of fear.

The usually boisterous tabloids have acted like an unpopular 15 year old child at his first houseparty; sitting quietly in the corner,hair spiked up for the occasion in one of dad's best shirts, glugging Tesco value vodka in the vain hope of Dutch courage. Suddenly, just as the party begins to wind down and people lose interest, our underage "rep top" boozer will stumble forward, vainly mumble something incoherent but undeniably sexual to the lead cheerleader and then projectile vomit against the wall.

Picking aside the hearty chunks of carrot and turkey twizzlers, the Flamini story is an interesting one and certainly a viable proposition (especially at a Krancjar-esque £6 million steal as quoted). However, we should all view the majority of stories as we would a vomiting child; with undoubted curiosity but ultimately with a sense of repulsion and disdain.

Fortunately for us, our buddies from the Top 4 appear to have teamed up to make this a week of unbridled hilarity for us humble Tottenham fans. First, both Man Utd and Liverpool have treated us to displays of startling incompetence in the FA cup. Berbatov continues to shower himself in glory with his tenacious, work horse displays that have made £30 million look like a veritable snip, and Tevez has demonstrated exactly why Sir Alex let him go; with his on-pitch sulks, unwillingness to track back and inability to score. Liverpool not only lost Gerrard and Torres to injury, they also...erm...lost...to Reading. Truly with characters like David N'Gog and the devastatingly on form Ryan Babel ready to step into the breach I tremble at the prospect of our Anfield fixture. Don't worry Pool fans, only another 4 and a half years left on Rafa's contract.

Meanwhile Chelsea have caused snorts of laughter amongst city types with allegations they are now "debt free". Even the kind of child who sat picking his nose and daydreaming about matron in GCSE business studies isn't fooled by the conversion of debt into equity. Its almost as ludicrous and see through as that idea of Gordon Brown's to print money in a recessio...oh no wait...he actually did that?

Just as I was about to lie back in bed and light up a cigarette, sweaty and exhausted after such generous entertainment from the media hacks, one last story caught my eye. Remember the cheeky chappie pictured? Fresh from his adventures at Notts County under Sven (although I believe he was occasionally on top) I felt a clump of honey nut cheerios catch in my throat as I read of his "re-transfer" to Ar5ena1. Now we all have our feelings about dear old Sol and that deeply unfortunate misunderstanding that saw him forget to sign a contract with us and made him the most expensive Bosman transfer of all time..*breathes slowly, red faced. Opens up Campbell's wikipedia page, taps away on keyboard, giggles*...but, even putting our feelings aside this is a laughable transfer.

I watched Campbell at Portsmouth and he was so wooden that they might as well have just put a dining room table on the edge of the box (at least it might have worked against Keane). Campbell is not only painfully slow, old and lacking in match fitness but, the Notts County debacle is a decent sign his head isn't right. How he will cope against the quick feet of players like Defoe or the pace of Agbonlahor goodness only knows, but one injury may make this Tottenham's fans wet dream a reality. All this has left Wenger looking tighter than Allardyce's waistband and the fury of Arsenal fans on the forums has been a joy to behold.

Anyway I'm just off to take a phonecall from Murdoch's solicitor. Let us hope and pray this insanity continues. Shock 'pay as you play' contract for Greavsey anyone?

InArryWeTrust

Something to keep Spurs fans smiling

Goodness only knows why our Liverpool fixture was cancelled considering no snow had fallen in several days. Unconfirmed reports suggest the local aid services were overwhelmed by patients with fingers frozen to hubcaps but in truth we most likely fell foul of the World of Warcraft playing, sport hating virgins of the red tape brigade. One cannot help but picture a group of unfortunate looking men with clipboards and moustaches walking around outside Anfield mumbling with discontent as they section off puddles of snowmelt with fluorescent Biohazard tape. Whatever the reason, here we stand with a dearth of football fixtures and a transfer market about as dynamic as dinner with Avram Grant.

However here is a little treat for you all. Admittedly we are no longer in fourth spot following last nights "Tevez Show" and have been rocked by the injury to little Lennon but let us not forget last seasons plight. At the turn of 2009 we were still clawing our way up the table in a manner as tediously frustrating and deeply humiliating as Sol Campbell's dreams of Premiership football. This compilation is one of the best I have seen and captures the mood of last season perfectly. Love him or loathe him, you have to have respect for the way 'Arry has turned the club around. Lets hope with a few more 'triffic' results, this season can be one to remember. Enjoy!

In'ArryWeTrust

The Wealth of Young Talent at Harry's fingertips

Sorry for the recent delay in posting, I have spent the past couple of days with my head as far down a toilet as Bentley's head is up his own arse. Just thought I would share a few observations from the Peterborough game, please as ever feel free to disagree:

1) The Tottenham faithful - Ok ok so the atmosphere for much of the game was flatter than Susan Boyle but once again we have outdone ourselves by being one of the only fixtures in the country to sell out. Peterborough, with the greatest respect, were hardly the champagne derby fixture that every spurs fan was hoping for but there was barely an empty seat in the stand. Special mention should go to the reception given to Pav when he came off the bench. We have all read the comments he has made in the press and like him or loathe him, most feel he was never given a proper chance. The standing ovation he received and the deafening chant of 'Super Pav' were not lost on him as he clapped the crowd in return and threw himself at the ball for his first corner. Equally heartwarming was the almost homoerotic relationship Gomes continues to enjoy with the south stand responding to chants of "we love you Gomes we do" by thumping the badge and saluting the terraces. I truly hope reports linking us with James are the daydreams of bored and lazy journos. Gomes fully deserves his jersey and is fast becoming a Spurs legend; it would be both unwise and unfair to bring in another qualified keeper to 'mix things up'.

2) Tottenham's number 2?: Peterborough's Joe Lewis was superb from start to finish and it is little wonder that Capello has taken an interest in him. I have my doubts that Cudicini will ever represent Tottenham again and our number 2 slot is glaringly empty. I have previously stated that someone like Scott Loach would be an ideal signing and Lewis is in a similar mould; young, ambitious and homegrown. His reflex saves were top notch and his 6 foot 6 frame makes for a commanding figure. As chants of "Tottenham's number 2" echoed round the ground I realised I wasn't the only one incredibly impressed by the young keeper. Let us hope 'Arry looks very carefully into the alleged story that he has been offered for sale.

3) Robbie Keane - Once again the only comments I heard from the stands about Robbie were negative. At times when he was over in our corner people were shouting loud and abusive insults at him, many of which must have been audible. Everyone is entitled to an opinion about Keane; he is the ultimate Mr Marmite, but no true fan would ever treat him the way he was treated on Saturday. Personally I would agree with the majority that Keane is no longer good enough to help the club push up the table and despite the arguments about him boosting team morale I would sell him if the right offer came in. Yet one thing no-one can deny is that Keane works incredibly hard for the team and he deserves credit for that alone. Much has been posted about his reaction to the penalty he scored, looking downcast and world weary but how many players can keep their head high when they have lost the love of the fans? If Keane is here to stay then he needs the our vocal support on matchdays to recapture his form, if he is on his way out let us at least give him a positive send off. The move to Liverpool was a mistake but Keane is a Tottenham legend and does not deserve the level of hatred he is being forced to endure.

4) The left wing conundrum - There was a time when an injury to Lennon spelt disaster to a Tottenham season; this time it has spelt only opportunity. Krancjar has been a revelation since joining us and as things stand I would not bench him in favour of Modric. The gap that has opened up on the right hand side allows 'Arry a perfect opportunity to nurse Modric back to full health without having to drop the excellent Krancjar from the team. Modric's future is in either the centre or the left hand side of midfield but he was very comfortable playing out on the right and one assumes this is where he will stay until Lennon's return.

5) The wealth of young talent - I published an article on Naughton a couple of weeks back and had a good response from Blades fans all of whom seemed to rate him. It was obvious to see their criticism that he is still a little light weight for the Premiership but he's still young and can learn much from Defoe in the battle to bulk up. Aside from this he displayed excellent pace, composure and awareness. If he continues to improve I would expect to see him seriously pressuring Charlie in a season or two's time.

Danny Rose was often referred to as 'the left footed Lennon' because of his blistering pace and poor final ball. Yet apart from one ballooned cross I thought he played very well. His control and first touch were impeccable even when dealing with difficult passes and he demonstrated an ability and a willingness to take people on. Peterborough's right back had an absolute nightmare trying to close him down and the penalty came as no surprise. If 'Arry can get his staff working on Rose the same way he has done with Lennon; focused running and final delivery especially, there is no reason why a few seasons from now we can have the fastest wing attack in the country.

Bale, for me however, was the stand out performer. I fully realise the constant criticism he is unable to defend but there was no evidence of this particular failing on Saturday. Certainly he will come up against tougher challenges than Posh but he stood up well, was decent in the air and put in a couple of impressive slide challenges. Going forward he was excellent, linking up well with Hudd, Keane and Krancjar. The second and third goals were his own creations and he looked a threat whenever he was on the ball. What a terrible shame we no longer need a left winger as Bale is certainly beginning to look the part. Once again he needs serious work on the training ground in basic defending but fantastic to see the boy displaying the talent we all know he has.

Leeds up next and hopefully another run out for some of the fringe.

In'ArryWeTrust