Welcome to N17, the place where Tottenham Hotspur fans can find honest, hard-hitting, and sarcastic takes on the latest happenings at the club. Here, you’ll get the unvarnished truth about our beloved Spurs, without any sugar-coating or blind optimism. Let’s face it, supporting Tottenham isn’t for the faint-hearted. If you’re tired of the same old rose-tinted nonsense, you’re in the right place.
I’ll be upfront: this blog won’t be updated every day. Why? Because Tottenham can be utterly exhausting. If you’ve ever felt like they suck the life out of you, you’re not alone. Writing about them full-time would be like voluntarily walking into a room full of legos barefoot—painful and unnecessary. So, you can expect posts to be a bit hit or miss, just like our team’s performances.
Now, let’s talk about the tone here at N17. I’m all about being objective. Yes, I love the club, but that doesn’t mean I won’t call out the nonsense when I see it. If the defence is as leaky as a sieve, you’ll read about it here. If the attack is about as potent as a cup of decaf coffee, I’ll let you know. I’m not here to blow smoke. I’m here to tell it like it is.
Expect wit and sarcasm in abundance. If you’re looking for a dull recap of the latest 1-1 draw, look elsewhere. Here, you’ll get an opinion with a twist—a bit of humour to make the pain of supporting this club a little more bearable. I’ll throw in some sharp commentary on everything from transfer rumours to tactical blunders, all with a healthy dose of scepticism and dry humour.
For those who get easily offended or prefer to view the world through lilywhite-tinted glasses, this might not be the blog for you. There are plenty of other places to find blindly optimistic takes and feel-good stories. But if you’re after some brutal honesty, delivered with a side of wit and sarcasm, then stick around.
If you like what you read, great. If not, well, there are plenty of other blogs out there for you to peruse. This is a space for the true Tottenham fans who can take a joke, handle the truth, and still find it in themselves to say, “Maybe next year.” every time May (or often late January) comes around.