Jump to content
  • Sign up for free and receive a month's subscription

    You are viewing this page as a guest. That means you are either a member who has not logged in, or you have not yet registered with us. Signing up for an account only takes a minute and it means you will no longer see this annoying box! It will also allow you to get involved with our friendly(ish!) community and take part in the discussions on our forums. And because we're feeling generous, if you sign up for a free account we will give you a month's free trial access to our subscriber only content with no obligation to commit. Register an account and then send a private message to @dave u and he'll hook you up with a subscription.

Spurs tomorrow - predictions


05 Milan
 Share

Recommended Posts

1-1 Cisse (striking the ball with all his power, decapitating Mrs.Robinson in the process)

 

Mrs. Robinson: Djibril, I want you to know that I'm available to you, and if you won't sleep with me this time -

 

Cisse: Mon dieu !

 

Mrs. Robinson: If you won't sleep with me this time I want you to know that you can call me up anytime you want and we'll make some kind of arrangement.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Mrs. Robinson: Djibril, I want you to know that I'm available to you, and if you won't sleep with me this time -

 

Cisse: Mon dieu !

 

Mrs. Robinson: If you won't sleep with me this time I want you to know that you can call me up anytime you want and we'll make some kind of arrangement.

 

:lol:

Link to comment
Share on other sites

And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson,

Sven Goran loves you more than you will know.

God bless you, please Mrs. Robinson.

Heaven holds a place for those who parry,

Hey, hey, hey

 

We'd like to know a little bit about your for our strikers

We'd like to help you down the Table.

Look around you all you see are lanky streaks of piss,

Stroll around the penalty area until you feel at home.

 

And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson,

Cisse loves you more than you will know.

God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson.

Heaven holds a place for those who flap,

Hey, hey, hey

 

Hide in the hiding place where no one ever goes.

Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes.

It's a little afternoon snack for Harry Kewell.

Most of all you've got to hide it from Rooney.

 

Si-sis-sis-oko, Mrs. Robinson,

Riise loves you more than you will know.

God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson.

Heaven holds a place for those who use their right foot,

Hey, hey, hey

 

Sitting in White Hart LAne on a Satdee afternoon.

Wondering aboot our fate.

Laugh about it, shout about it

When you've got to choose

Every way you look at this Spurs lose.

 

Where have you gone, Michael Owen,

Geordie nation turns it's lonely eyes to you.

What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson.

Mickey the Midget has left and gone away,

Hey hey hey.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

3-1 to us. One for his Lordship, one for Gerrard, and one for the Crouch. We'll go 2 up, they'll get one back from a set piece (against us? surely not), but we'll finish them on the counter as they go all out for the equaliser.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson,

Sven Goran loves you more than you will know.

God bless you, please Mrs. Robinson.

Heaven holds a place for those who parry,

Hey, hey, hey

 

We'd like to know a little bit about your for our strikers

We'd like to help you down the Table.

Look around you all you see are lanky streaks of piss,

Stroll around the penalty area until you feel at home.

 

And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson,

Cisse loves you more than you will know.

God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson.

Heaven holds a place for those who flap,

Hey, hey, hey

 

Hide in the hiding place where no one ever goes.

Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes.

It's a little afternoon snack for Harry Kewell.

Most of all you've got to hide it from Rooney.

 

Si-sis-sis-oko, Mrs. Robinson,

Riise loves you more than you will know.

God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson.

Heaven holds a place for those who use their right foot,

Hey, hey, hey

 

Sitting in White Hart LAne on a Satdee afternoon.

Wondering aboot our fate.

Laugh about it, shout about it

When you've got to choose

Every way you look at this Spurs lose.

 

Where have you gone, Michael Owen,

Geordie nation turns it's lonely eyes to you.

What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson.

Mickey the Midget has left and gone away,

Hey hey hey.

 

That's some quality stuff

Link to comment
Share on other sites

1-1

We'll start with one up front. Crouch wont score and Cisse will rescue a point after coming on as a sub on 75 min.

Owen will score for Skunks.

Rashid will start 40 threads moaning about our summer transfer policy.

There will be another thread slating Rafa's tactics.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Join the conversation

You can post now and register later. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account.

Guest
Reply to this topic...

×   Pasted as rich text.   Paste as plain text instead

  Only 75 emoji are allowed.

×   Your link has been automatically embedded.   Display as a link instead

×   Your previous content has been restored.   Clear editor

×   You cannot paste images directly. Upload or insert images from URL.

 Share

×
×
  • Create New...