Was there ever a more hilarious ending to a football season than this one just past? One so rib-ticklingly amusing, so stomach-burstingly mirthful? Perhaps. Anno Lasagnum, 2006, was perhaps its equal. But even that glorious day, with its comically Spursian gourmet twist, suggesting faecally polluted pasta-based sabotage by a Goonerian chef, might not compare to the joyful implosion of Tottenham Middlesex Hotspur Comedy Club FC on Sunday. If we are honest, the relatively straitened times of these last ten years have meant that finishing above Middlesex takes on extra significance. Even underperforming Arsenal can finish above them. Even an Arsenal with Chamakh and Bendtner in the side can...
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