I don’t want to read too much into Spurs win against (the horrible) Manchester City last night. I don’t wish to overstate the victory nor the effect it has. I want to keep things in proportion and perspective with a calm and cool objectivity.

It was the biggest win EVVVERRRRRR. Bigger than Man United’s 1999 European Cup final, bigger than the World Cup final in 1966, bigger than Leyton Orient beating Gillingham to get promotion to the 2nd division in 1971, bigger than Arsenal winning the league title at Liverpool with the last kick of the game.

But last night was not just the biggest win in football.It was the biggest victory of all time in any match, competition or even war. It was bigger than El Alamein, bigger than the Normandy Invasion, the entire Vietnam War (a goalless draw that one anyway), bigger than the Siege of Leningrad, it was bigger than Hiroshima, for fuck sake!

Manchester City, hate them as we all do, have to be admired. They don’t just win games, they annihilate opposition. They score goals. Lots of goals. From lots of their players. They are, more now under Guardiola’s guidance than even before, a machine. Industrial strength, brutal, relentlessly unforgiving and (previously) unstoppable.

Even though City were awarded the most stupid penalty in history, they failed to score. And although the ‘1’ in the 1-nil scoreline is important, the ‘nil’ is much much more so. Because in Champions League matches, away goals kill you. If anyone reading thus far is not into football, after asking ‘WHY? You got nothing else to do today??’, I’ll explain that after the two games, should aggregate scores be tied, any ‘away goals’ suddenly count double. And that can be devastating.

But just the boost to morale that you stopped City from scoring is massive. Heroic. Epic. As indeed it was.

Pep chose to leave Kevin de Bruyne and Leroy Sane on the bench, bringing them on late. Well, more than just normal ‘late’, but in the 89th minute. Not quite sure what he expected at that point, but YOU DON’T QUESTION PEP. He knows. I’m just not sure what exactly it is that he knows.

Harry Kane hobbled off. Which is tragic. Doubtful to return the rest of the season after turning an ankle.

Yet as soon as Harry is gone, something happens to the world’s favourite Korean. Heung Min Son changes from being a really great player into a world class goal scoring superstar. ‘The king is dead; long live the King’. It happened during Harry’s last protracted injury and yesterday it took barely 20 minutes for Sonny to outclass the entire City defence with his skill, class and determination and score the goal that sent the bookies looking for razor blades and sleeping pills.

Oh what a night. What a day. What a week. What a… what a…

Happy Wednesday,

A xxxx