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🚨BREAKING: Thomas Frank will remain in charge for #THFC’s Champions League tie against Dortmund. Following internal meetings, the board decided to give the Dane more time. Sporting Director Johan Lange was said to be “moved to tears” by one of Frank’s PowerPoint presentations. [David Ornstein]

Monday.

To Dare is to Chuck it in There.

#thfc #coys

Welcome, Conor Gallagher. You hate Tottenham Hotspur, so we already have common ground. 🤝

It doesn't look like ticket sales have picked up

🚨FRANKBALL UPDATE:

Monday.

Levy sacked far better managers than Frank, in far less dire circumstances than right now, yet there’s not a peep of dissatisfaction coming from the current hierarchy. THIS is the guy that is going to be backed, isn’t it? We’re so fucked.

While we’re here, we should check Brentford’s returns policy.

We finally won a trophy, then got rid of the manager, captain, and winning goalscorer, just to make it clear that’s not how we do things around here.

Selling him is a mistake, we should’ve just kept him on that stage lifting the trophy over and over forever.

2026 sucks

Fabio Paratici successfully negotiating a transfer deal with Fabio Paratici and then leaking it to Fabrizio Romano feels like a fitting end to Fabio Paratici’s time at Tottenham Hotspur.

Personally, I hope Brennan Johnson releases a statement declaring that he is staying at Spurs because he doesn’t expect any of those involved in trying to sell him to be at the club much longer.

Let me get this straight: in the seven months since we won a major European trophy, we’ve sacked the manager, forced the chairman to step down, sold the captain who lifted the trophy, and sold the match-winner as well. Tottenham genuinely feels like a social experiment 🙄

COYS

This is making me long for the days where we had to watch games on Teletext.

Imagine paying some of the highest prices for football then having your team's greatest victory in 40 years shat on by a man whose greatest achievement is keeping a club owned by a vacuum cleaner salesmen in the Premier league. I mean, you'd be livid right? Oh hang on, you don't have to imagine...

Can’t wait to tuck in to this! 👍👍👍

To be fair, sacking a manager because winning a trophy and finishing 17th is “unacceptable”, then proceeding to finish 17th with no trophy, would be the funniest thing this football club has ever done.

There’s a lot of self-flagellation of the club, fanbase, and stadium going on, when the problem is far simpler than that - bad managerial appointment. Fix that and things will look a lot rosier.

Monday.

Going to have to now suffer the poshest most private school gooners talking about ‘our ends’ and ‘man like Eze’ but that is our cross to bear. This is the life we chose

Just got back from the pragmatist rally. Amazing turnout. Thousands of people holding hands and chanting "Better things aren't possible"

Frank has a free pass today: just stop them picking up 3 points. By any means necessary. Low block, play for throws, only start players over 6’5” (all the goalkeepers, if needs be), phone in a bomb scare and get it abandoned. I don’t care. We’re facing an existential threat here.

Monday.

Bundesliga watchers - why were RB Leipzig so happy to let Simons leave? Asking for a friend. 👀

As the guy sat behind me kept pointing out, we looked better against them with nine men.

Sack him at half time and hire Martin Jol, justice finally done.

He’s got players trying to beat their man just to create an angle to pass it backwards. Sack him at half-time.

Quite simply, the best to ever do it. 🐐

Fair play to Brentford fans for sitting through seven years of this.

That’s why you accept Vicario’s flaws, because unreal saves like that make him net good.

Me watching “Frankball”:

This football is dog shit.

Everything reminds me of him @bankruptspurs.bsky.social

FFS, they just played “Angels” on Radio 2 and I got a bit teary. Not happy that a Robbie Williams song will now forever induce an emotion in me other than hate.

Sorry, I’m not having players turning around and dribbling towards their own goal, just to avoid passing the ball forward.