Sometimes football is wonderful. Sometimes its shit. Sometimes it hurts and sometimes its drab. But sometimes it is all of the above and then its just a matter of the end justifying the means. And that was yesterday when Spurs went to Fulham.

Before that happened Liverpool had a major scare when lowly Palace dared to score a goal against them. And then had the sheer audacity to pull back from 2-1 to 2 all. Eventually the Scousers won 4-3 to stay top. Man City beat Huddersfield, the team who have scored the least goals in all 4 divisions. So big surprise there.

Arsenal beat Chelsea which, for once, was a good result for Spurs. Keeping Chelsea at bay. But then the strangest thing happened. The Chelsea manager, in the post-match interview, turned into Jose Morinho. He attacked his players, their attitude, their mental strength, their desire. He stopped short of calling them a bunch of overpaid, useless tossers but the message was there between the lines. It was so nasty it could even been Antonio Conte. But slag them off he did. The scapegoat culture runs deep at The Bridge.

Wolves beat Leicester 4-3 with the winning goal coming in the 95th minute. But no-one really cares about Wolves and Leicester. Only Gary Linneker.

Then Spurs played. But a reduced Spurs. Son has gone, my least favourite rhyme. He’s playing for South Korea in the Asian Cup. Harry Kane can’t play after limping off last weekend with an(other) ankle injury. And we looked ‘reduced’. The energy was missing, the direction, the clinical efficiency. It all seemed to peter out in the final third of the pitch. Ok we have other players but losing those responsible for scoring and creating most of your goals leaves you confidence lacking.

Lila’s dad assured me that Llorente will definitely start scoring some goals now he has a chance to start. And score he did. Unfortunately it was at the wrong end and we were 1-0 down. Fulham have had massive problems scoring goals this season so we helped them. Then equalised. Which was great. But we didn’t want a draw (would have been our first of the season) against Fulham. No disrespect to Fulham but they’re shit. Second from bottom and you really NEED to beat those teams to have any aspirations whatsoever. And the game went on… and on… and on… we created and we failed and we missed and we squandered and… then it was almost over, it was so nearly over as to be dead. But Poch had brought on, or brought back from the dead perhaps, Georges-Kevin Nkoudou, not out of desperation or total lack of any possible options, but… because… because we love him (?) and he put over the most wonderful of crosses which, with just 20 seconds left in the game, the wonderful Harry Winks nodded home.

1-2 to Spurs, free points, well deserved (?) and Spurs go marching on. Though without Dele Alli, who’s marching days are temporarily curtailed after hobbling off with hamstring problems. Grrrrrrr…

Happy Monday

A xxxx