Well the card of fate has been played. Spurs now have nothing but a relegation battle to play for. To be fair, credit to Manchester United. They were impervious in defence, Vidic is a machine and Rio's Simpson lip just seemed to defy all before it. I haven't the energy to write too much further on this subject except to pinpoint Harry's floral arrangement sported jauntily at Wembley yesterday. It simply begs the question, if Harry had taken the cue from Mr Nicholson above - was he the guy who soiled Carlos Tevez's face and neck with the acid burns? But what next Mr Redknapp? Shock buzzers? Pepper flavoured chewing gum? Blue mouth sweets? Fart spray? Hopefully next season Spurs will be sponsored by some form of Blackpool joke shop. There's an industry that the credit crunch can't deny, and neither should it. £0.99p for plastic ice cubes with flies in? £1.49p a Whoopee cushion? You just can't put a price on the classics.
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