“Mr Jol, sir?”
“Yes Robbie?”
“We can’t do it, we can’t get more points than Arsenal…”
“Why is that?”
“Because we are Spurs, we are rubbish, West Ham are much better than us!”
“Okay, fair point, let’s er, pretend to have food poisoning and get the game postponed…”
“Good idea Mr Jol, sir, and if we do have to play at least we have a good excuse for being cr@p.”
And so it passed, that Spurs did falter at the final hurdle and The Arsenal jumped in to fourth place, taking the final Champions’ League spot.
And so the curtain closed on Highbury after all of those years, finishing off with a big celebration and the great line from that bloke who played Curly Watts “and now we are off to Ashburton Grove, but we are going to drop by in Paris to pick something up on the way”. Sweet.
