Words fail me simply because I have become so used to this story of despair. How many more episodes are there of grief and despair in this modern footballing odyssey? Three games played and now its not only the story of not winning games but now its becoming a frightening horror tale of not being able to score goals at all.
Usually, one is driven to a rich and mellow cup of coffee for prolonged and comforting times of reflection and rumination and deep soul-searching. Yet, increasingly one is so driven to more frequent searches for any and all caffeine-related medicinal therapy!
Yes I`m speaking about Nottingham Forest 0 Tottenham 0
When did we last score a goal let alone win a game? This is becoming an odyssey of Homeric proportions. It is very hard to be a Spurs supporter today. Yet on we plod and stagger with hope. When oh when are we lot going to dare to do again?
One more cup of coffee please!
Well ... The great ancient Greek poet once wrote that There is a time for many words and a time for sleeping. But of course nearly three thousand years ago that great creative genius only had a flask of wine to spur him on didnt he? True enough that the traditional nectar of the Gods had carefully laid the foundations of ancient literature. But these days one can stare right down into the depths of one's soul over a well roasted liquid concotion of coffee beans too.
Stay compossed my friends always.
