dear mr levy memories, circa 2007.
'As a loyal supporter of Tottenham Hotspur FC I am in constant war against Daniel Levy and his propaganda machine, which continues to fool the Spurs faithful, season after season. An accountant shouldn't be running a football club.
Are we in an abundance of debt? No. Do we always have money to spend? Yes. But yet here we are trapped in the depths of an eternal struggle. Never sustaining the grandeur of glory we so richly deserve.
I'm also the founder of the The Association of Real Spurs Enforcers Neutralising Antichrist Levy and the League of Lilywhites. My crusade is one of immense importance and grandeur:
To free the spirit of Tottenham Hotspur from his evil grasp and allow us to progress forward rather than being ripped to shreds like a cockerel with no means of escape surrounded by rabid foxes (Levy, and his board of directors are the foxes in this metaphor. I'm the cock).
At the end of each season, I burn my season ticket in full view of the directors box, from my seat in the Park Lane Lower as a protest of disgust at his reign of injustice and humiliation.
Levy cares for nothing other than feeding his ego, spending money on superfluous players and knee-jerking faster than a West Stand season ticket-holder. My eyes see no glory. Just overly expensive bagels and dead pixels in the Jumbotron and DVD releases of score-draws'.