Well Levy has well and truly thrown a handgrenade into the party with his announcement that, come Hell or high water, Tottenham are moving out from White Shite Lane. "What's in a name?" Levy seems to ask, "So what that we are Tottenham Hotspurs, that doesn't mean we have to play in a shit hole like Tottenham!"
And so Tottenham are moving out. They don't know where they are moving out to yet, but they are moving out regardless, packing up their old kit bags and hitting the high road to...well if they keep following the yellow brick road they're sure to end up somewhere eventually.
Follow that star! Listen to that pipe and fall into line with the other rats! Let's all do the conga! Wagons ho!
Up and down the country, clubs are on the watch out for this new breed of traveller invasion, this new Diaspora. Levy and Redknapp, towing their caravans to the new Promised Land. How many years will they spend in the wilderness, feeding upon manna, 'Arry hitting rocks with his stave to release water?
What's that sound of constant moaning? It's the Tottenham boys, coming over the hill, homeless, in search of a place to park up and call their own! No city is safe from possible invasion!
I have a suggestion. Move to Stratford. Stoney Stratford, a borough of Milton Keynes! The soulless city of roundabouts and concrete cows already has the MK Dons so why not the MK Hotspurs too? Let's face it, London would be a much better place without them!
And they have the nerve to call us the Pikeys? So, Tottenham fans, who are the Pikeys now exactly?