Leicester accepted relegation from the Premier League today. Not that it was ‘an invitation’ exactly, requiring an RSVP, more just a fact. “You’re down: fuck off”. And then I think two things. Firstly, when they won the league in 2016, against all conceivable odds. That was simply brilliant and an achievement which will never be repeated. Secondly, I think of Jamie Vardy and Gary Lineker. And I’m so pleased they’re ‘gone’. One who looks horrible and is married to vile, the other who really is a nasty piece of work. Who has now lost his job and his team’s status in one year. Shame…

So that’s two relegations confirmed, Southampton and Leicester. One place to go. Which looks odds on to be Ipswich buuuuuuuttt… in some freak world, could be West Ham. Which would really be brilliant. If a touch unlikely. The next team up from the Hammers are statistically ‘safe’. Oh, that’s us!!! Spurs!!! Right down there, where the shit meets the dross. Where the teams never win, the hopes never amount to anything, where the fans never come off the anti-depressants. That’s where we’re living. It’s like being evicted from your ‘rightful’ mansion in Kensington and made to live in Burnley. Or Stockport. Anywhere up north really. And we can shout ‘IT’S NOT WHERE WE BELONG!!!’ to our hearts content, but we have to accept reality. We can move up to 13th place tomorrow night if we beat Forest. That’s now an aspiration. 13th place. I would say ‘God help me’, but God is a Spurs fan too, so no good asking assistance there.

And Forest want a win. Not like anyone ever wants to lose, but this one is vital. Because they have Champions League aspirations. Way more lofty than ours. And to stay in contention for a 4th place finish, they need to beat us. And, let’s face it, probably will. Everyone else does.

Arsenal beat Ipswich today, rather convincingly. But Liverpool won too, leaving the Scousers with just one win needed to win the title. And who are they playing next? Oh, Spurs. Hmmm…

And here’s a funny thing. I went for a walk today with my sister-in-law. We strode boldly across Totteridge Green. And I said to her that the last time we walked there, with my lovely brother too, about 10 years ago, we bumped into Arsenal Wenger. Funny what you remember. He was either jogging across the common with his daughter, or chasing some poor 8 years old girl trying to catch her; the situation was ambiguous. And as we came off the Green today, who do we see but Arsenal Wenger. He’s fucking stalking me!!! He smiled and nodded. As I mouthed ‘I always hated you and everything you stood for!!!’ Alright, I didn’t even think it. Always had a lot of respect for the Frenchman. Other than when he was whingeing. Which was quite often.

Happy Sunday

A xxxx