I need to check once more, but I actually think this weekend’s game at Spurs is EVEN more massive than last weekend’s at Anfield…

Yes, I’ve checked now, on my patented ‘DON’T PANIC; OK, FUCKING PANIC NOOOOWWWWW!!!!’ system for importance assessment and Sunday’s match with Manchester United is simply humungous. No-one will be talking about Panamanian tax avoidance schemes at the Lane on Sunday. Although the lawyers of several of the Upper West Stand’s faithful may well be doing just that. As should happen at a club owned by a billionaire currently ‘domiciled’ in the Bahamas for tax purposes. At least he’s British for, errr, other purposes.

But they will be talking about Arsenal. You don’t need non-dom status (currently) to do that. Its allowed. Even David Cameron can talk about Arsenal if he wants to. Though he may again choose to ‘temporarily forget’ that he is in fact an Aston Villa fan. Or is it West Ham?

Because I must confess that with the loss of 2 points last weekend and Leicester’s continued, relentless consistency in winning 1-0, my ‘belief’ has not so much dropped as, sort of, shifted focus somewhat. I’m now guilty of the cardinal sin of ‘looking down the table’ rather than looking up. And I don’t have to look very far to find (fucking) Arsenal. Hanging on our shirt-tails, breathing up our bottoms (eeeeuuuwwww), and just sort of ‘being fucking Arsenal’. It shouldn’t be allowed.

So now my new obsession is not winning the league, I really think that is virtually impossible, but finishing above the Arse.

And I say this not just because we have never finished above them in the Premiership, because they’ve won lots of shit and we have but 2 League Cups in the ‘modern era’, but because of basic right and wrong, good and bad.

At Spurs you’ll find lots of lovely people. Good people. Honest people. Spurs Paul, Fascist Wayne, Tourettes Tim, me on occasion, Dirty Dom, The Swerver, all sorts of niceness. Whereas at Arsenal you’ll find Jeremy Corbyn. Osama bin Laden. Andrei Lugavoy (the plutonium murderer) and (probably) Bashar Assad, Kim Jong Un, President Xi and Donald Trump.

I think that says it all. Even the bits I made up for effect.

Thus for point-avoidance purposes, I’ll be temporarily domiciled at West Ham tomorrow lunchtime, in spirit if not body, and will temporarily suspend all moral considerations to support the Hammers that they might best the Arse and give me some minor relief from my stress. Is that too much to ask??

Happy nervous Friday

A xxxx