Changing rooms disaster at Spurs...

Football seems to have gone back to its clandestine past this week.

William Gallas has been seen puffing on a cigarette, John Carew’s been caught wandering round strip clubs before games while Spurs still insist playing like they’ve had a skin-full of ale.

I’m almost expecting to hear Arsene Wenger will be treating his team to a fry up at a Little Chef before tomorrow’s meeting with West Ham.

But while Gallas and Carew have perhaps committed misdemeanours with less of an impact, the hangover that seems to be cursing Spur’s season is one Kerry Katona would be proud of.

It’s like Newcastle without the comedy.

They seem to have bought players they didn’t really need which is shown by the weak spine the team has.

Confidence seems to be destroyed amongst the players, with the likes of Woodgate, Jenas and brylcream Bently looking shadows of their former selves.

For a team that cost more to assemble than Sarah Palin’s election campaign wardrobe its quite satisfying to see that for once in modern day football money isn’t everything.

Although I would like to see those players producing their best form to help out the national side, it’s the Spurs hierarchy which needs to change to allow things on the pitch to regulate themselves.

The “Changing Rooms” approach to football management has seen Tottenham’s Sporting Director Damian Camolli paint the team a gaudy pink leaving Juande Ramos scowling, dreaming a nice shade of magnolia.

Even Carole Smiley would be wincing at what Camolli's done with that dressing room.

And how Spur’s or anyone else for that matter will be wishing they could have pulled off the transfer coup which may see David Beckham spend some time in Milan during L.A Galaxy’s close season.

Not too long ago, a news story containing the words “Beckham in Milan” would have probably only conjured up the image of Posh spice lugging far too many designer paper bags down the Milanese high street.

But now Sir David looks set to prolong his resurgent international career with a stint at A.C, leaving the Italian footballing public and fashion designers swooning.

A footballing hero for everyone, I don’t think there is a single Englishman who doesn’t appreciate Beckham, who has consistently been one of the most talented footballers on the world stage in the past fifteen years.

He encompasses everything the modern footballer should be, no fags, booze, strippers or arrogance.

Although I wouldn’t put it past him to have one of Comolli’s gaudy pink bedrooms in Beckingham Palace.