
Spurs chairman Daniel Levy had called all his directors and senior management together to see who among them was wise enough to help overcome the terrible debacle they'd gotten the club into.
"My chairman," crowed head coach Martin Jol, putting down his copy of the Evening Standard. "These fine men all pass themselves as wise... but there is one wiser and I will prove it."
Daniel Levy was dubious. "And how will you do that, Martin?" he enquired.
The head coach smiled. "Ask us all to return tomorrow morning and you will see."
The next morning the Tottenham top brass arrived at White Hart Lane, as did Martin Jol, riding backwards into the stadium on a giant cockerel, so that he faced the opposite direction to which the majestic bird was headed.
The cockerel stopped before a perplexed Daniel Levy. Martin Jol spoke. "Everyone gathered here, my chairman. Ask them what they see."
One by one the Spurs men came forward and, each in turn, agreed with the first, that the huge cockerel was facing the right way while the huge Dutchman was facing the wrong way.
"What did I tell you, my chairman?" crowed the Spurs coach. "I have shown who is the wiser."
Daniel Levy was dubious. "And how have you done that, Martin?" he enquired.
Martin Jol smiled. "No one has considered that I, rather than this over-sized bird, might be the one facing the right direction."

