I don’t know why the ‘north London derby’ is so important. But it is. It really is. Really, truly, heart-shatteringly, anxiety-pumpingly, panic-strickenly, hair-rippingly, screaming-at-the-tv-ly, self-harmingly… important. And in such a relaxed state, after my brief holiday and return from Watford, did I sit down with a nice cuppa tea (tea is always referred to as – Read More-








