SHREK'S OVERHEAD THE BEST?

I was watching the game on Saturday when Shrek scored with his overhaead kick. I knew I had seen better and scored the internet for better. Finally, I found the best ever and here it is..................

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WHY THE GAME IS SOMETIMES CRAP

A Great Team Performance

Well done to the Super Spurs last night. What a great performance. Of course I wasn't at the game but watched the game on my 'free to view, piss off Sky' channel. Well, I watched the first half anyway. A prior appointment meant I missed all of the second and was only aware of the ups and downs of the second half when Trish, watching in the other room, was either yelling blue murder at the suddenly vicious Italians, or celebrating Peter Crouch's winning goal.

Gattuso wants to be a big man

Watching just the first half was interesting. It was a marvellously uplifting affair. Spurs pushed the Italians back and isolated the front men. Not difficult really when one of them was the vastly overated Zlatan 'that can't be a real Swedish name' Ibrohimavic. How the hell that guy has been bought at great expense by various European clubs I have no idea. He is useless. Even though he is tall and can get too crosses earlier than defenders due to the length of his hooter, I have never seen him do the business against decent teams. He scored two against Arsenal last year of course. In fact, I would rather have Tottenham's assistant boss Joe Jordan up front, even now.

Turnip

Joe of course is 59, if he is alive at all. Everytime I see him he looks like the sort of bloke The Grim Reaper has already called up, but has refused to go. Either that or he is The Reaper himself. The Italian captain last night decided to head butt the Spurs coach. Unlike modern day players, Joe didn't go down in a heap as if shot, whilst at the same time keeping a look out for the ref through his fingers. No, Joe, due to his Scots roots, stood there wondering why a piece of cotton wool had brushed his forehead. Surely in Scotland's Home internationals and his time at Leeds and Manchester United, Joe had experienced tougher moments.

Gattuso picks on a 60 year old Scotsman

The fact that Joe didn't make a meal of it, returned me to the Good Old Days, when men were men and sheep were worried. I remember for example Francis Lee and Norman Hunter going at it blow for blow at Wembley. Neither one of them hit the dirt. Nowadays one, if not both would be waving an imaginary red card at the ref, whilst calling their agent on their mobile. This part of the modern game has only come about, together with diving and feigning injury, since the beginning of the Premier League and the influx of foreign players. You only have to watch International Teams in past World Cup or European tournaments to realise that in those competitions, foul play, gamesmanship and timewasting was always the norm. When our domestic football started again after the end of these, you realised how different our game was. Honest violence at least. So, I realised, last night's first and second halves were so like football pre and post Premier League. Honest endevour in the first, and foul, dishonest, violent football in the second.

Well done Super Spurs, you reminded me of those Good Old Days.

Long may it last.