With Deepest Sympathy

About a month ago, I went greyhound racing at the Coral Stadium, in Hove. We had the best seats in the place, in the stand overlooking the finishing line. We had a (passable but nothing special) three course meal, and were given seven £1 betting vouchers, so we didn’t have to spend our own money to have a bet if we didn’t want to. The bar was reasonably priced, and we had a very nice evening out. The cost? £15.95 per head. I was reminded of this when I saw the final score from White Hart Lane yesterday afternoon. This is the White Hart Lane in which you have to leave your seat five minutes before half-time if you want to get a drink and have the chance to drink it before the second half starts. Considering the amount of money that Tottenham supporters pay for this, I think they’re entitled to something more than a 4-1 home defeat by Kevin Keegan’s wretched, wretched Newcastle United, and I certainly think that they’re entitled to the half hearted, already on the beach or negotiating a move to a bigger club performance than they got from the players. This was the weekend that the Premier League season ended as a competition. Liverpool beat Everton 1-0 in a thrill-free Merseyside derby that more or less guaranteed them the fourth Champions League place,...

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