I can put it off no longer. You can bury your head in the sand for so long, then your ears get blocked and you end up with conjunctivitis. So I shall just say it: My football team is shit. And its all just… gone! And there is nothing to live for.

Yet we could all just take Sunday’s abject humiliation at St James’s Park as ‘a sign’. As a marker. As the lowest point you can reach. A wake-up call. To Daniel Levy, our long-standing and seemingly silent-but-deadly Chairman. That he needs, at this point in OUR lives, to GET OFF HIS FUCKING ARSE AND DO SOMETHING CONSTRUCTIVE!!!! Because one feels that the mere appointment of (another fucking) new manager is unlikely, on its own, to cure our deep and enduring malaise.

We start each season with such promise of riches, such enthusiasm, such… hope. And for a while it seems warranted. It seems like ‘this could be the one’. A bit like we start most games. Not Sunday’s obviously. Sunday’s start made a shit-storm seem like somewhere you’d want be. An attractive proposition considering the alternative. I spent those first 20 match-minutes standing in the Suffolk rain trying to download an app at a Shell station to fill the car with electricity, all in vain as neither the app, the charger or both seemed to work. It was only later, as the scores came thick’n’fast, that I realised what a total privilege it was to have been out there getting soaked taking photos of QR codes in Woodbridge.

So what happens? We sack the caretaker manager. And get in the caretaker’s caretaker. Who, really, considering Ryan Mason’s efforts last time he stood in, should have worn the ‘first caretaker’s’ sweater from the moment Conte left.

Pochettino is going to Chelsea. Which is a shame, because he is much loved down the Lane. Nagelsman is not prepared to join any club until they’re actually on the pedestal receiving their next trophy, and then he’ll want 25 mil a year for getting them there. Louis Enrique talks seem to have… not really started. So that leaves Vincent Kompany. Who hasn’t told anyone he wants to be anywhere other than Burnley, but he seems like he might be good so he’s on loads of wish-lists. As a ‘new’ manager, his stock is as high as it can be. Would he want to come to ‘toxic’ Spurs, as we seem to be? Not sure I would.

I remain,

In a state of constant depression,

A xxxx