When Heung-Min Son first arrived at Tottenham, we gave him his own, special song. It went like this: “He shoots, he scores, he eats your Labradors, Heung-Min Son, Heung-Min Son… (repeat until bored)…”

As this was a rather unsubtle and mildly racist comment referring to the player’s Korean roots, reeking of facile stereotyping and unfair assumptions, I only sang it quite softly. Though its really funny at any volume. Son might be a vegan for all we know, and, if his understanding of the Queen’s English, as slurred and screamed by 30,000 half-drunk cockneys was sufficient, may have found offence in this.

Similarly the rumours that our new player was related to Kim-Jong Un were patently untrue. Though there are a few physical similarities on some level, I grant you, but insufficient to justify any further investigation.

We (and I speak for all Spurs fans here) really LOVE Son. He’s a ‘true Spurs player’ but is even prepared to fight back and tackle, hence avoiding the ‘luxury’ branding of many of our forwards in former generations. But we love him because he adds everything to the team. Skill, pace and a fantastic eye for goal. And never have we loved him more than during yesterday’s single-handed demolition of poor (as if we cared) Stoke City.

Pace was the key. Because Stoke can always cope with skill, using violence. They can handle ‘tricky’, by breaking legs, but if you’re quick, you can run away from the flailing legs, arms and, on some occasions, knives, swords, baseball bats, (something of a metaphor) that Stoke bring to any game against ‘class’ opposition. And if, as Son does, you run away from those thugs but keeping the ball with you, a rather productive afternoon can be had. And was.

Last night we saw a new play at the great and cool Almeida in Islington called The Twilight Zone. A really clever and funny homage to the 1960s tv series with the most famous theme riff of all time. And I thought, ‘its like Spurs; that Twilight Zone stuff’. I didn’t choose to share this with Mel, mainly because she was asleep at the time (no slur on the play; its the highest compliment she could pay). But Spurs have had a recent run of dire form, particularly at Wembley and even more particularly against shitty teams. Like Stoke. Nothing snobbish about my ‘premiership view’ then.

And yesterday it all changed. In an almost supernatural way. 5-1. Outstanding. Unplayable. Brilliant. Had we just entered ‘The Twilight Zone’? Or had we left it…

Ooooohhhhhhhhh.

Happy Snow Day (2 inches and counting)

A xxxx