It is, as they see, the morning after the night before.

A little time out, asterisk is that, yeah, that's some man is.

I filmed for you last night.

But the noise around us, the fan noise from, oh yeah, spurs, was so deafening that didn't bloody work.

Not enough quality control last night, quality control this morning.

That behind me you can see is the Nervillon River and I guess Tottenham Hospital fans,

amongst you will be saying to the United Panes, cry me a river.

Because 41 years later,

41 years after my friend the neighbour, Steve Archibald,

scored the winning penalty against Andelect

in the two leggyroof, I've got final spurs,

I've lifted a European trophy again.

But what you see before me,

before you,

is an increasingly

dispirited and baffled correspondent

on Revista de la Liga.

Speaking of which,

this Revista de la Liga is going to be

for socios.

Those of you, those brave bunch, a few hundred who have already said,

yeah, the May offer of £3.50 is good enough for me.

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