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He somehow arranged for a paid summer vacation from his most generous of employers. But all good things must come to an end, and now it's time for Correspondent Ed to make his way back to the home office:
It's 80 something degrees and I'm descending down into the New Jersey transit on my way to somewhere near Newark when I hear the glorious sound in the distance of Spurs fans singing. Oh, it's so quiet at first, like the small echo of the voices of all those tiny little beautiful Who's in Whoville on Christmas Eve, but yes, it's there, and it's getting louder and louder as I descend:
Oh when the Spurs
Go marching in
Oh when the Spurs go marching in!!
And so begins the 2012 to 2013 season, and not unlike a 60-something Madonna peep-show/concert, I'm back in your FOF grill, covering your favorite footie from Milan to Minsk. So let the eggings of the boss-man farlieonfootie begin!!!
And as I sit at the 50 yard line of the stellar Red Bulls Stadium, fighting of the rays of burning sunshine and checking out the "Yids from Austin" sign in the upper decks, I couldn't help but think back to days gone by with that favorite uncle that I never met. And yes, even though our new AVB looks so pret-a-porter, I have to admit that when they fired Uncle Harry at the end of last year I pulled a full Katy Perry, as in:
In another life
I would make you stay
So I don't have to say you were
The one who got away
The one who got away. . . .
Holy-no-way-I-just-heard-it-in-my-head in the acoustic version. Seriously, I'm totally crying right now. Damn you, Katy Perry!!!
And speaking of tears, what's going on with Luka Modric? This is death by deli slicer! I think we all need some closure. Luka's right, he's not worth 40MM pounds, but he was so dreamy on the pitch for Spurs, wasn't he? He may not have had much of a shot, and yes, he was a defensive liability, but his control and creativity made the Spurs so much fun to watch.
In another life
We'd keep all our promises
Be us against the world . . . .
Wow, I'm totally drowning some tears in my Boddington's Pub Ale right now (The cream soda of beers, 4.7% ABV, smoother than a new necktie and reliable as a best man, B+). Especially now that I'm watching Tom Huddlestone and Jake Livermore absolutely brutalize the middle of the pitch against the Red Bulls. They look more like middle linebackers than holding midfielders. Ugh.
But at least there's Gylfi Þór Sigurðsson. Perfect name and a perfect Spurs player -- not dominant, but great on the ball, creative, and a terrific finisher. Not sure why Swansea sold himand not sure how Spurs won that battle to sign him. The only question is where does VdV play? If they can keep him happy it would be nice to do what the top tier clubs do and have them both. Dare we dream? Or do we just dare to do?
Whatever.
