The headline from the weekend’s sport is undoubtedly: Spurs won. The rest is irrelevant. Like how they won. Like the pain and suffering of the Spurs fans, condemned by their own commitment, frustrated by their teams irregularity of form which caused them immense pain and agony until Brennan Johnson came on and sorted things out. So that the right result would eventually come. Three points for Tottenham Hotspur, yippee.

Manchester City won the ‘Manchester derby’, which is poor, second-rate, northern version of Arsenal-Spurs, the only ‘true’ rivalry in the country. Especially the south of the country. The important bit. Where HS2 will still run. But there was never any doubt about the outcome of the match, despite United scoring first. It was ‘men against boys’ but ironically, the ‘boy’ in question (because he looks about 14), Phil Foden, was City’s hero. And to stand out as such in that line-up is quite something.

Liverpool did it the hard way. With a little help from the totally impartial ref, Paul Shankley Paisley Rushey Dalgleish Tierney they squeezed a winner in the last… well, well into Fergie-time. If that’s not mixing metaphors. The ref firstly extended ‘added time’ by adding just a bit more. Then he gave the ball to Liverpool after a re-start when it should have gone to Forest. Then he just hung around til Liverpool scored before calling it a day, ripping of his black referee’s shirt to reveal a full-body Liver-bird tattoo and running round the stadium punching the air.

You’d have to feel sorry for poor Tod Boehly over at Chelsea in other circumstances. Those circumstances being firstly that he wasn’t Tod Boehly. Secondly that it wasn’t Chelsea. And thirdly because… I can’t remember. Unimportant. What is important that you get what you deserve (sometimes) and Chelsea are just awful. After spending a billion quid on ‘talent’, they remain the Tiny Tim of the footballing charts.

Arsenal play tonight. At Sheffield United. Who will put up a (kind’a) struggle and then lose 5-nil. Arteta will say how difficult the fixture was because United are ‘always dangerous’, in that same way that a rice pudding can be dangerous (if the tin falls on your head?) or little kittens can be dangerous (if you swallow one). But no-one cares because the title fight is between Liverpool and City. Will Klopp go our on a high note? Or will Guardiola’s steamroller keep on rolling??

Though there are some (in my house) who really believe Spurs can still do it and win the league this year. I’m not saying they are ‘sane’, just believers.

Happy Monday

A xxxx