Not mine. I wasn’t fatigued. My team were. Spurs. Knackered. Shattered. Exhausted after their ‘quick’ trip to Azerbaijan for Thursday night’s game. Its a fact. Proven statistically. And statistics never lie. Except when they do. Which is often. But that’s mainly when they’re produced by some government agency or other. When produced by Carling Opta, the people who measure every step, run, pass, slip, shot and fart, they’re right on the money.

And according to them, the Spurs team yesterday collectively ran a total of 108km. That’s a lot. A 10k run for every outfield player whilst the goalie runs round and round his area for 8. Something like that. But in games that haven’t followed the Thursday night Europa games, Spurs have run over 120km. That’s 10% more, and some. 10% more energy, 10% more effort, 70% more goals. Ok, I made up the goals bit, because we didn’t score one yesterday so even 1 goal would be an improvement of (literally and mathematically) infinite proportions.

Sadly, you don’t get more points for excuses, even if they’re validated statistically. So we just got the one point for our nil-nil draw against Chelsea.

Is that a good result? Would have been great last year, when Chelsea were ‘unbeatable’. Yet, oddly, that was when we beat them 5-3. I remember it vividly. The best day of my life. On the grounds that the birth of children is an inherently messy, slimy affair with lots of swearing and abuse.

Still, we kept a clean sheet, unlike childbirth. Morinho, the greatest hypocrite when it comes to accusations of bus parking, played with caution and consideration. As should any manager of a ‘lower half team’. So arguably 0-0 was an even better result for them.

I missed the game completely. 12 o’cock kick off? We were lunching to celebrate my dad’s 91st birthday (the grand old man seen here with his elder granddaughter).

So I returned in time to see the second half of the Arsenal match. Alexis Sanchez had already limped off, Koscielny had gone too and Norwich were really fantastic. Delia must have been proud.

So the weekend was ‘the dream’ for Manchester City. They won, everyone else (who matter) merely drew. Liverpool are in fact starting to matter, though they don’t do their mattering in a very convincing manner.

Amazing game at Bournemouth with the seeming winner scored in the 95th minute by Everton, only to be equalised in the 98th minute by the home team.

13 games undefeated. The pressure’s on, the heat’s turned up, and I’m only hoping my own fitness is sufficient to see out the season properly.

Happy Monday

A xxxx