BRAINTEASER time. Can you remember the last time Spurs beat Arsenal at Highbury?
A few clues: Useless defender Pat Van Den Hauwe; Steve Sedgley, a midfielder who always looked like he had become a pro-footballer by some horrible mistake and that he should have been somewhere flipping burgers on the M40.
Paul Allen, the weakest of the Allen clan. And dipstick captain Teddy Sheringham, the striker who loved Tottenham soooo much he signed for Moan United.
All hopeless ex-Spurs players but also members of the glory-glory Tottenham team that won 3-1 at Highbury in May 1993 – one of Spurs’ greatest achievements of semi-recent times.
It was a hollow win. George Graham rested his best players for the FA Cup final that Arsenal won just days later.
Twelve years on, Tottenham go into Monday night’s derby still struggling. Nothing has changed. Michael Brown is a modern day Sedgley, Naybet is a Van den Hauwe clone and Robbie Keane is as irritating as Teddy ever was.
His goal celebrations are not big or clever and make him look like a twit. I said twit. In the same 12-year period, proud Gooners have seen Arsenal win three league titles, four FA Cups and the European Cup Winners Cup.

I EXPECT you Gooners can hardly wait for the super Spurs to visit your creaky old stadium on Monday night.
After all, it’s not often your boring lot are involved in a game that is actually worth watching these days.
I know clown prince Bobbin Vaseline Persie managed to give you four minutes of enjoyment (and the rest of us who fretted about his fat lip at least two) on Saturday.
But that dismal bar brawl at Cardiff was hardly the “weekend beano” Martin Jol lookey-likey Richard Osley excitedly predicted in his column this time last week.
Less of a Beano, more of a Woman’s Realm if you ask me. Indeed, as football spectacles go, Cardiff has probably played host to LDV Vans Trophy matches with more sparkle.
And it’s not as if you poor souls could entertain yourselves by baiting rival fans.
Apparently they were lulled into such a deep sleep when the Gunners visited Ewood last month, they were still napping the week the tickets went on sale.
My boys, on the other hand, don’t need to resort to boring the opposition into silence.
Nope. They used skill and guile to shush Anfield’s European party on Saturday.
Let’s just see if we can do the same and shush ’em at the library on Monday.