Well 'prayed' Jermain.
He may look like a north london wide boy with his diamond stud and gap toothed grin, but you have to admit Jermain Defoe showed alot of character over his England exclusion and the fact that he's not the only star at Tottenham. You may or may not know, I am a Christian (a screwed up one, but a thankful struggling one) and to read that this particular young premiership millionaire is one too is pretty good.

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Prayer helped Defoe bounce back

Watch the full interview... Football FocusSat 23 Dec, from 1210 GMT

Tottenham's Jermain Defoe has revealed how his Christianity helped heal his disappointment at not being part of England's World Cup squad last summer.
Defoe was on standby but flew back from Germany before the tournament began.
He told Football Focus: "I've always been a religious person, and I try to think that every disappointment might just be a blessing in disguise.
"I thought it was not meant to be, that I should keep positive, keep praying and hopefully my time will come."
The 24-year-old striker has bounced back from the disappointment to score 10 goals for Tottenham so far this season.
And Defoe added: "I pray every day. In the mornings and, before I go to bed. I think it's important to pray not just when things are going bad.
"When things are going bad, it's easy to pray and ask God to help you out, but it's also important to pray when things are going well and show your appreciation.
"I think my faith is important. Being young as well, sometimes it's difficult, but I've got a good family behind me as well."

Who's the fat ref in the tottenham strip?! This was moments before the heavens opened and we were all drenched. Intellect House against Trust House, junior forms.

. . . . ...........Aline Rosa Thomas, 1908 - 2006

I said earlier that I might write a quick tribute to my Granny. So, here it is. I think these photos of her, taken about 80 years ago, do show how graceful and gracious a person she was. She was always loving, even to the point when Karen and I were teens that we felt a bit coddled. She had a wicked sense of humour too. She had a library of funny stories for every occasion. As I knew her, she was a beautiful old lady with sparkling blue eyes and rosy cheecks - all hairnets and the smell of soap - but before that she was the daughter of a village clergyman, wife of an army officer in East Africa, and a mother to two boys and a girl in the English New Forest. When I feel the red mist coming, I'll try to think about her. Once again, goodnight granny.