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Be thankful it’s not all about cash
ARSENAL slice the price for home Carling Cup matches by a tenner.
It’s a nice gesture in an age where clubs are often accused of caring more about profits than supporters.
Trust stingy Spurs to protest.
They moan that having got into a two-legged semi-final with Arsenal, they won’t be able to maximise profits on gate receipts when they come to Ashburton Grove.
Having beaten Milton Keynes, Southend and Port Vale on their ‘cup run’, proud Spurs believe they deserve some sort of financial reward. Morons.
 Give the fans a break. Let them have their cut-price tickets. Edgar Davids’ salary can’t be hurting the club coffers that much.
What would Tottenham do with the money anyway? Use it wisely like when they bought Andy Reid? Or Paul Staltieri? Or Marton Fulop? Marton who? Don’t ask me. No. They would pee it up the wall on a couple of average midfielders.
Truth is, Tottenham think Carling Cup tickets should cost more because they think the Carling Cup means more.
They see it as a great achievement, a measure of success. Arsenal just see it as another opportunity to beat Spurs.
 SO Goldenballs isn’t coming to White Hart Lane after all. Shame. Our Lilychoc kit would suit him better than that Canaries’ cast off number Alexei ‘Wurzel Gummage’ Lalas will dress him in.
And now we’ll never know if Victoria prefers 4-5-1 to 4-4-2 or David prefers gel to mousse.
Still, who cares if Becks has gone to Hollywood – Hollywood has come to us.
 Sly Stallone started it, appearing at weekend blockbuster Everton versus, erm, Reading. Luckily, Andy Johnson made it a fairytale ending, banging the boom ball into the goal box to make an even score for the Candies, sorry Toffees.
Over at Pin-Ewood Studios, Robbie Savage tried to pip Robin Van Persie to best actress Oscar with his Fay Wray meets King Kong’s hairy monkey chin (Gilberto’s leg to you and me).
And Gary Neville had ’em rolling in the aisles with his one-man show at the Professional Footballers’ Association. “Us footballers’d play for nowt, even if it meant we could only afford to drive a Reliant Robin three wheeler,” Gaz bellowed.
They say Alan Curbishley walked out. It may not be true. I only wish Escape to Victory at the Lane had been a pack of lies, but Nicky Butt really did steal the show as the final curtain fell. It was last seen in his handbag. Let’s hope it stays there.
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