Witness The Fitness

Steff, Milo, and Gareth look back at the 4-1 away win over Ipswich, run the rule on our returning players, and bask in the productivity of refreshed Son & Johnson. We also preview how the Europa League now looks, AND how could we not enjoy a little schadenfreude as we reflect on the loud choking sounds drifting from the vicinity of that waste disposal estate in Ashburton Grove.

A New Start

Steff, Milo, and Gareth reflect on the 1-0 win over Man Utd at home, the return of a few welcome faces and their Vic-torius contributions, Milo comes up with another platitude for Djed Spence, we discuss DJ Whiteman, and we also find ourselves getting a bit existential about the latest take-over rumours floating about. Oh, and always remember…lads, it’s United.

Djed Can Danso

Steff and Milo look back at two wins and two clean sheets against Elfsborg and Brentford. Whiskey is had in celebration, an impromptu academy pod is dipped into by proxy, Milo reveals the true scope of his Djed Spence appreciation, and an enthusiastic Steff (fueled by the grain) challenges Milo’s editing skills. How wonderful it is to finally enjoy a week like this! 

26 Days Later

Steff, Milo, and Gareth just go there. We’re 26 days into the transfer window. What is going wrong at Tottenham Hotspur? Why is it going wrong? And what could put it right? We determine how many years AFTER Peep Show Callum Olusesi was born and visit Gareth’s 90s corner. Because this is where we are.

Up For The Cups

Steff, Milo, and Gareth look back at a week of clean sheets, cup progress, our love of all things fresh and Kinsky, why we love a Gray day, the continuing glory of Djedemption, and the immense talent that is Lucas Bergvall. Plus Milo gets all dreamy about some fashionable Djedwear! From beating the best team in Europe to toppling Tamworth (after extra time) ’tis simply another week at THFC!

Can’t Catch A Break

Steff, Milo, and Ram go into the fatigue zone breaking apart two more games (Wolves home and Forest away) in our Dickensian crawl through deep Midwinter, with injuries enveloping our valiant players like unwanted shitty polyester blankets, and the only truth being can we – as a football club – physically put one foot in front of the other. No weirdo diet or kitchen metaphors, just honest conversation about the state of the Spurs union.