Love Story
Tuesday, December 7, 2010 at 1:01PM Sometimes it's best to remember the good times because they were good and the feeling you had at the time, undeniable. So why pretend any different? If it happened and you felt great at the time then surely that's worth something and therefore worthy of a small place in your heart. The bad times might be fresh in your mind, so it can be difficult.
You meet a girl, it's unexpected and you're unsure about it but soon enough you're smitten. And even though she might annoy you and frustrate you at times, there is something about her that you just can't resist. Even when she's standing in the kitchen waving her arms around screaming at you, it's worth it because soon enough she'll perform a fancy trick that leaves you starry eyed. Energetic and loyal, the perfect combination. Even if her dancing wasn't the best, she still made you smile.
It will never end you say to yourself. And then it does. Abruptly. And there's nothing you can do other than scratch your head and wonder why she walked out on you. You can't understand her reasoning especially after she claimed she was happy and content. But off she went to be with her childhood love with his fancy job jet-setting around Europe, leaving you with nothing more than the memories of the relationship that made it such a strong one, as you question and wonder why it had to change. Why she took the easy option. To walk away. Not so strong after all.
Sometimes its best to just remember the good times, right? But it's hard to do so. And it's especially emotional and confusing when she comes back, not because you wanted her back, but people have a habit of forcing the issue and you think, go on then, let's see if we can make it work. Because it did work once upon a time. She's been dumped, rejected. I shouldn't forgive her but there's too much in the past that has us anchored together in the present. I can't turn my back on her.
You're conflicted.
But alas there's no spark. There's hardly any passion. No matter how hard you both try. No tricks. Not even a shouting match in the kitchen with her waving her arms around pointing at the mess you've made and failed to tidy up. In fact she hardly acknowledges it. You're both just going through the motions, only together again because of circumstance, any hope of turning back the clock lost in time.
You know in your heart it's over. For good. But even though the relationship has been tainted and the love completely lost, you can't disregard the history between the two of you as much as you'd like to detach yourself from it. It's set in stone. There's no point in being bitter either. People make mistakes. You know she made a mistake. She knows it. But then perhaps it was never a mistake and the magic had degraded much earlier, you just never really noticed.
So an amicable parting is for the best. A respectful one. Because there is nothing to be gained by being twisted or cruel. She knows. You know. Best to move on.
And that's it. All over. Goodbye. And good luck. Thanks for those memories.
Life, it's a series of choices, decisions, when taken can lead you to good or bad paths. Sometimes forgiveness is not an option. Sometimes it is.
Talking of goodbyes, Robbie Keane will be allowed to move on in January. He's in our squad for the Twente game, which we need to win to avoid the potential of an 11-0 loss at the Camp Nou in the next round. He might end up at Newcastle now that BMJ looks set to take over up there. Better than Scotland or the MLS I guess. Well, actually probably not, probably on par. Wherever he ends up, I hope he has one more jig left in him.
And if he happens to make an appearance, a final fling, a one night stand for old times sake. I'll politely applaud.
It's the right thing to do.
Reader Comments (41)
Any chance of some more gareth and David, or has Gareth ditched him?
very heart felt.
A little too heart felt?
Tough line, and I think you're balancing on it just right....
Almost brought a tear...... about the girl I mean!
Oh and Robbie, but not quite as much, he made far more off me than the lost love.
I hope Jol turns down Newcastle, i would prefer this simple equation - Shearer + Geordies = relegation and one less miserable BORING man on match of the day!!!
Good article....COYS
I loved Robbie, he was a light in the years of darkness, Burnley at home last year was the last one night stand.
thought that was going to be about 'Arry and the england job until the bit where 'she' comes back.
Why did we have 2 keepers rather than Keane on the bench at birmingham?
Does anybody know the story behind it?
Isn't it more a case of wanting to swap the knackered, moaning old bitch for a fresher younger model?
It was BMJ and Ajax last week in for Robbie. That didn't last long did it?
Personally I would never have taken him back. You're right though, no one deserves the rough ride he's getting from us. A polite clap. Clive Allen was given a terrible time in his last season - you think the sarcastic boos Wilson was getting was bad. Twats!
I almost cried a little bit then. 1-1 going into the 85th minute. We know Inter are winning 3-0 and we need something special to propel us back to the top of the group.
Redknapp takes a gamble and brings on Robbie. His first touch is miss-controlled but perfectly puts the central defender on his ass. He looks up and notices the goal has magically appeared in front of him, this is it, his one and only chance. He shoots but scuffs his shot. The keeper bends down to collect the feeble shot only for it to hit a raised piece of turf and bounce over his left shoulder into the back of the net.
Robbie Keane celebrates like it was his first goal for the club.
He is never seen again.
Mattspurs. I think it was because we had some tart in goal to start with. One that we couldn't be sure could last for 15 minutes without breaking a fingernail. It's time to stand up Gomes, you're sending out the wrong signals chap!
I'm gonna dump my missus today.
hoopspur - I've always though Gomes was if anything a bit too brave, sure he milks the odd injury (especially if we are winning and it's late into a game), but he has also played through injury for us too. I guess he'll be rested tonight if he is indeed carrying an injury. Even if he is 2 sub keepers seems to be playing it awfully safe?
back to the blog in hand -
It's almost like Robbie was a really nice girl you went out with turns up in your life a again after dumping you, she's interested in you again, only problem is she's put on 10 stone since you last saw her, you want to like her, you really do, problem is she's just not good enough for you any more. Palming her off to a mate (BMJ) would seem a nice thing to do.
Spooky, you are simply the BEST!
I'll never forgive Robert Keane. I did'nt even realise how much I disliked him when he was at Liverpool...He was just a former player who had chosen someone else. But to see him wearing the Tottenham Hotspur captain's band, to see him selected game after game despite form, to just see him...in a Spurs shirt again! was simply too much. I wish him all the best. I don't care where...he can play for Arsenal really...I would care less.
For me, Robbie has an STD.
See later Rob. It was fun before you turned into a skank.
BMJ?
Blow massive job? Ohh err!
Came to us when we had spots and no attraction for the really good lookers.......stayed on the dance floor, often alone until his looks came back into fashion. His only crime was ill advised rhetoric, written by an agent, beleiving it would placate the Tottenham terraces.
Always applaud his return.............he was and is a YIDDOOOOOOOOOO
I'd two time Robbie. So can hardly blame him for two timing me.
Wednesday morning at five o'clock as the day begins
Silently closing their bedroom door
Leaving the note that she hoped would say more
She goes downstairs to the kitchen clutching her handkerchief
Quietly turning the backdoor key
Stepping outside she is free.
She (We gave her most of our lives)
is leaving (Sacrificed most of our lives)
home (We gave her everything money could buy)
She's leaving home after living alone
For so many years. Bye, bye
Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown
Picks up the letter that's lying there
Standing alone at the top of the stairs
She breaks down and cries to her husband Daddy our baby's gone
Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly
How could she do this to me.
She (We never thought of ourselves)
is leaving (Never a thought for ourselves)
home (We struggled hard all our lives to get by)
She's leaving home after living alone
For so many years. Bye, bye
Friday morning at nine o'clock she is far away
Waiting to keep the appointment she made
Meeting a man from the motor trade.
She (What did we do that was wrong)
is having (We didn't know it was wrong)
fun (Fun is the one thing that money can't buy)
Something inside that was always denied
For so many years. Bye, bye
She's leaving home. Bye, bye
*wipes single tear from eye*
Has Mrs. Spooky left?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7DjmDMVr7EA
Thanks Robbie - you won't be forgotten but it's time to go now.
I'd be a fucking mess, more so than usual, if she walked out. Unlike Robbie Keane she knows a good thing yadda yadda yadda
"if you love someone and set them free, if they return, they were yours, if not, they never were"
You know you are dumped if you get card with that on it...
See you Robbie, if you go, you still scored some of the most blistering goals ever in a Spurs shirt.
I'm afraid to say if he does play he'll probably be abject. Such is the fall from grace.
Does anyone believe pointy gives a shit what we think? He's a dishonest, greedy little gypo.
Good riddance.
Robbie hardly cares about football let alone the fans.
If carlsberg did the Twente match-
A disaster ,an utter catastrophe. Sixty minutes gone. Down to ten men. Hutton sent off for nutting someone. 1-0 down to an unfair penalty. Ref playing to home crowd, 23,000-Er...Tukkers, is it? 23,000 tukkers baying, a wall of red roars making ten poor, hopelessly outgunned boys in white wilt. Then, a whisper to the bench. A shuffle. Someone changing, getting ready to come on...it must be Pavlyuchenko, or Defoe...Is it? No! it isn't! what the hell is Harry doing? 'You don't know what you're doing', 'empty clipboard...there's only one empty clipboard...' come the resigned mutters from the away fans, jaded, yet hopeful, cynical yet naive, but surely even they have finally had their hopes crushed. With a stumbling resignation, a sort of weary, to hell with it all attitude, the board goes up, and Robbie Keane trudges onto the pitch for another thirty-odd minutes of being muscled off the ball and hopelessly miscontrolling simple passes. A minute later, Luka Modric...dummies! Beautiful! he's gone round the last man! Only keeper to beat! Lays it off to Keane! surely! NO! He's missed it, connected all wrong there...A couple of minutes later, another throughball blazes perfectly into his path, but try as he might, a stretching Robbie cannot control it in time and the defender easily ushers it away. A few minutes after that, a turn takes Robbie away from his man, but his gait is hoplessly skewed and the ball bounces gently to an opposing defender. All of a sudden, Twente counter! The defender thumps it forward to Rosales! Rosales with the ball! Robbie desperately races back, sweat streaming down his face, to catch him up...a desperate lunge..but no! It won't matter Rosales scores, and as he wheels away a triumphant announcer booms out what everyone already knows, 2-0, and game over. Robbie slowly rises, wipes the sludge off his face and is about to begin the long trudge back to the center circle, when a single sight catches his eye; amid a sea of red scarves, a lone white jersey..a silently tearful child, the father trying to console him as he wearily trudges between the Twente fans toward the exits... with the look of a man who's seen it all before...tears rolling down the child's cheeks, but he doesn't say a word...and as he turns to follow his dad down the stairs, the letters on the back of his jersey burn themselves onto Robbie's eyes- 'KEANE'. Number 9. A strange look comes into Robbie's face, and a single tear rolls down his wrinkled old cheek...He slowly walks back to the center circle. Straight from kick off, he plays the one-two with lennon. He gets the ball back. He grits his teeth, with a stony, thunder-filled face, skips acrobatically past a disinterested challenge from Chadli. He races down the center of the field, burning past Janssen as if he wasn't there...Ruiz sees the danger, slides in...oh, what a beautiful pullback by Keane! He roars past Ruiz! Boscher comes off his line! Keane past the last man! KEANE! Incredible! A magnificent solo effort by Robbie Keane! That was more like the old days! 2-1 now, with six minutes plus stoppage time left to play! Kick off, again. Janssen recieves the ball on the wing. Keane slides in with pinpoint accuracy, flashing the ball off janssen's toes..the ball falls to Lennon, who skips past his marker..Lennon floats a cross in..cleared by Boscher..the ball falls to Keane, who holds off two towering defenders and stretches with all his might to divert the ball into the path of LUKA MODRIC! With a flash of his left boot, the Croatian magician sends the ball curling into the top corner! Incredible scenes here! 2-2 at the De Grolsch! What...a..comeback! But it might not be over yet, as the ten men of Tottenham now press a shellshocked Twente like demons..the away support roars on the Spurs boys, my word, Twente fans are speechless here...Luuk De jong gets the ball out wide, Bale thunders in with a tackle forged in the war furnace of some old gods..the ball thumps away, and falls to Jenas in the center circle...Jenas looks up...Keane is racing through the middle...great ball by Jenas finds Keane, who's onside! Keane past the last defender! Surely Keane! NO! That's a definite penalty there! AND THE REF HAS GIVEN IT! Chadli scythed down Keane tackeld him from behind...and Chadli's OFF! Twente down to ten..chaotic scenes here at the De Grolsch....Keane earns a penalty for his side, Michel Preud'Homme screaming at the ref...Boscher gets a yellow card for arguing...and then, time slows down. The ball is placed on the white spot by Robbie Keane. All he can see are the two posts and the goalkeeper in between. The whole roaring cauldron of sound is soundless, empty, devoid. Boscher. Against him. A deep breath. A silent prayer. A steely glint in that wily old eye. A run up, the keeper sees the danger, dives desperately, full stretch, to the cannonball he thinks is coming to his right...but this time, Boscher makes the only. fatal.error. As he dives, the left boot of Robbie Keane gently lifts the ball up, up, over the spot, so high it takes an eternity to watch it fall gently down..down.down. Bouncing gently, once, twice, and over. The. Line. 3. Fucking. 2.
The ref blows his whistle.
Robbie Keane trudges off the field, ignoring the attempts at hugs by his team-mates, ignoring the cameras trying to catch him for an instant interview, ingnoring the applause he finds fickle from the away end, ignoring the manager's yelled words of congratulations, ignoring everything. He didn't do it for them. for any of them. He knows whom he did it for. And as the weary old warhorse walks down a tunnel in his Tottenham Hotspur jersey for the very last time, he knows that somewhere, a bit of the old spark still feebly twinkles.
Real life-he's on the bench for the full ninety, watches us get a comfortable win, and pisses off to Newcastle in January.
Good article Spooks.
I was at Birmingham on Saturday and also couldn't understand why we had 2 keepers on the bench. Furthermore, can anybody tell me why Harry only used the one sub. Whilst we were by far the best team in the first half and should of been 3-0 up at half time, we looked jaded in the 2nd half and would of benefitted from fresh legs such as Kranjcar. Yet Harry despite telling us we have strength in depth won't risk anyone elze unless he has to. No doubt it will be the same story tonight as he wants to win the group and quite rightly so. I just wish he would give the fringe players more time on the field and trust them to do the job.
Old Yid, apparently Bentley was supposed to be on the bench, but he pulled out with a muscle sprain or something at the last minute. Harry apparently then thought that he never uses all his subs anyway, so there was no harm in putting two keepers on there. that's what he said in the post-match interview, anyway.
Moddle out?
DubaiSpur you've just highlighted my point Harry said in the post match interview " I never use all my subs anyway" Why not?? we have quality players on the bench and in the squad and if we are to mount a serious challenge to the premiership title we need to use them and keep them match fit but Oh for a world class striker !!
I see Pienaar is being linked with us yet again - what extra is he going to bring to the team ?? and in place of who ??
DubaiSpur, you got me intrigued there LoL.
Spooky, I thought you were about to divorce Spurs hehehehehe.
Greaves and Gilzean
Crooks and Archibald
Klinsmann and Anybody
Gin and Tonic
Keane and Berbatov
On his day, up there with the best of them
There was me thinking we were after wanger love,as for keano times up,last thing I want is for a wee pikie to play for the pikies:-).
Scary one you have love problems in all humans me included but one word of caution you have not mentioned one word that can haunt the one who decides the love has gone and its best to depart. The word regret can be just has devastating has the words i don't love you Robbie Keane has bean playing on empty not giving his best because he feels his not wanted and Loved this could change if he finds the love he caves and then we could regret selling one of our Heroes and feel the wrath of his boots slamming the ball into our net .You dont no what you had till its gone his a true saying. Davspurs has spoken for the group keep Keano sell the Russion
Nice post, Davspur. I, too, keep hoping to see the rebirth of our Robbie. FFS, I've got a cat named Keen Robbie (the other is Kitten Ziege--most homely kitten you ever saw in your life.)
Oh, and for those of you of the opinion that Big Martin is daft enough to take the poisoned chalice that is Newcastle United (especially after the fun and games he experienced with our board):
"Martin Jol, who left Ajax on Monday night, however was reported last night to have told Dutch television that he was not interested in the job due to the harsh treatment of his good friend Hughton."
Loyalty. When 'Arry dumps us for the England job, which you know he will, I expect we'll all be reading a great deal about loyalty or lack thereof.
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Article is excellent. I was a huge Keano fan until he turned to the dark side. However I did welcome him back but as you say it is no longer the same. He is no longer the same. I wish him the best but it will not be with us. Good bye, soon I hope, and good luck.