I WOULD be gutted if Peter Crouch left Spurs and re-signed for Liverpool, and not just because of how well he dances 'The Robot'.

Crouch is a fantastic addition the side, as much for his ability with the ball at his feet as the fact that he operates at a different altitude to every other player.

The rumour that Roy Hodgson might be interested in re-signing the striker for Liverpool came out of the blue, and although Crouch himself has gone on record in the past as saying he wanted to end his career at Spurs, he's moved around a lot as a player and enjoyed fine times at Anfield.

My first instinct is to say he'd be mad to swap proper European football for that dodgy Europa League tomfoolery, and as yet Spurs haven't signed any strikers so his place doesn't appear under threat.

But then again, who knows what's going on in that head of his, all the way up there with the birds and the clouds and low-flying aircraft.

If you're reading, Peter, skip past the cheap 'tall bloke' gags and know one thing: the White Hart Lane faithful love you and the way you play the game. And your goal celebrations.

And the fact that you once stood out of the top of a limo and boogied in central London. And the fact that the kit manufacturers STILL can't make a shirt that's long enough for you in the arms.

Perhaps if all the midfielders made a pledge to resist the urge to play it to his head every time we go 1-0 down with five minutes left from now on he'd be convinced to stay.