Man goes into a pub..

..sees all the fancy foreign beer bottles, Champagne and high end wines on the shelves.

Says to the barman: "How much is that really tasty looking champers on the top shelf, mate?"
Barman: "£150 a bottle, mate."
Bloke: "Mmm, looks good, I fancy that - wait there, I'll have a word with the missus."
Barman: "Okay but hurry up, I've only one left."
Bloke gets back: "She says we'll give you £75 for it."
Barman: "We don't do barters, and anyway that foreign chap over there's just bought the last one."
This goes on for the entire night with the man back and forth from the bar, missing out on exotic liqueurs, quality whiskies, until there's only one bottle of Lambrini left on the shelf and the barman's shouting: "Hurry up old lad, I'm closing in two minutes! Are you having anything or not?"
At which point our chap throws him a quid and snatches the dusty plonk bottle and shuffles off out of the door squabbling with his Mrs as he goes.

Oh sorry.... title should have been 'Spurs and the transfer window (insert year here)'