What day was it yesterday? Must have been a Saturday because there was a full fixture list playing. But if it was Saturday why was I working? And because of that, Spurs lost. Because I didn’t have the time to agonise, analyse and consider all the possible implications and ramifications and potential consequences of the matches. Things that are very important for my team’s success. I failed them.

And they failed me.

HOW CAN YA FUCKING LOSE TO LEICESTER CITY????? It was all set up. We softened them up on Sunday in the Cup and had them just where we needed them (??) We just had to have lots of possession; we did that; we needed loads of strikes on goal; we did that; and we needed to score loads of goals. Hmmmmm. Didn’t happen. Couldn’t score even one.

We went round to friends for dinner. Left home at 8.15 and the Spurs match was 0-0. Whereas over at Anfield, Liverpool were 1-0 up against the Arse. So far so good. Chelsea were 1-0 up against West Brom.

We had drinks, nibbled some nibbles, and I fretted. We sat down and had some soup. Very nice soup, in fact, but that wasn’t the point and it didn’t stop me fretting. Mark’s phone was on the table. I kept staring at it. Trying to act normal. Trying to ignore it and the secrets it held. Trying to act cool.

FOR GOD’S SAKE GET THE SCORES UP!!!! I said in mid-soup-spoonage, thrusting his phone in his face. And Liverpool were 2-2 with Arsenal and Spurs still 0-0.

I was enjoying some other food some minutes later but couldn’t concentrate on my eating. Was trying to keep cool, “oh, so Florence was in Australia, how lovely for her, blah, blah, blah”, “terrible thing about the Cuban missile crisis…” (Cuban Missile Crisis??? what the f-? try to concentrate!), “have you seen the new Pochettino… sorry, Tarantino movie yet?”

Grabbed the phone, Leicester had just scored. Arsenal were 3-2 up, the fucking world was ending right there on that stupid little screen. Man City were 0-0 which would have been good except we were 0-1 which was not good. Not good at all. Very bad.

At least Liverpool pulled one back at the end. As did West Brom at Chelsea. But not us. Not Spurs. Not my team.

The fruit salad was fab, but tasted like wood in my mouth. The world went dark. The rains started. Even God was pissed off.

I love football.

Happy Thursday

A xxxx