Wednesday night was European Champions League night at White Hart Lane. In no way wishing to be smug, nasty, arrogant or in any way obnoxious, Arsenal fans can google ‘champions league’ to see what that’s all about. And such a night it really was. European football is always fairly magical, night matches that bit more special and in our new stadium, the whole thing is quite heavenly. If you accept they probably swear a lot in heaven.

And the swearing started when Eintracht Frankfurt scored after 13 minutes. After a defensive howler by Eric Dier. Had we lost the match I’d already written the headline for the Sun’s match report, inspired by Tory Boy’s comment: ‘DIER-BOLICAL!!!’ But we needn’t have worried. Of course, we did, because its the nature of the Spurs fan to do so. When Sonny scored a few minutes later the hair-pulling and chest-beating was temporarily halted. Harry scored his penalty a bit later and then not too long after came the goal of the night. Sonny again, hitting the most superb left-foot volley from a long and looping cross. Easy goal. I could’a done that, no problem. Yep, the magic of our Korean; makes it all look so easy.

The second half was goalless until the 90th minute when Frankfurt got a ‘late consolation’ goal, which caused stress, panic and a vast intake of anti-depressants in the home crowd faithful. But never mind, even later we won another penalty. Never have to worry with Harry on the ball for a pen. But… never mind. 3-2, a great result, fantastic game, brilliant night.

And just a mention of my new favourite company in the entire world!

Following ‘shower-door-gate’ last Friday morning when it spontaneously exploded into a million pieces in the middle of the night, there is an update. Not on the cause, no-one knows that, but the aftermath.

I found the name of the door from an old receipt, 2015-old to be precise, and googled it to find it is still made. Then I could order a replacement… part? Door? Whatever. And I noticed that the door comes with a ‘lifetime guarantee’. Though whether the explosion signalled its definite death and thus invalidated this was a question. I emailed Lakes with the gruesome tale of broken glass. An hour later I was phoned by the nicest man ever and told the new door would be with us the next day. No charge. As per guarantee. No hoops, no assessments, just the photos I sent him and its done. And as the door (purchased for £442) is now £1500, I call that a result. And I call Lakes Shower-shit (can’t remember their full title) the company to which all others should aspire for customer service. Bless ‘em.

Happy Friday

A xxxx