Yesterday morning Spurs were in 7th place in the league, just behind (fucking!!!) Burnley and with a resurgent Leicester creeping northwards up the table behind us. That was horrible. 7th place is not nice. And with not even a UEFA place for 6th place this year, 7th is… just shit. I know, I know, there are teams who’d give their collective spleens for 7th place, in fact, safe to say, all the teams who occupy positions 8 to 20 probably fall into that category. But I’m a Spurs fan. We think big. We think big club. We’re arrogant, we feel a sense of entitlement, we feel its our damned RIGHT to be in the top four. And as of last night, we once again are.

For how long I don’t know as we’re visiting Manchester City on Saturday. Not for tea. For football. The latest lambs to be offered for sacrifice on the alter of Noel Gallagher’s Abu Dhabi billionaires. And much as I hate Manchester City, they have now won their last 15 games in a row. Superlatives abound. ‘The best team EVERRRRR’ is now the pundits cry as they’re fast running out of appropriate gushing. All of which, I hate to say, are deserved and earned.

Pep Guardiola has taken the potential that 64 zillion bitcoins can often buy you and turned it into the slickest, most brilliantly oiled footballing machine. Because that’s what is written on HIS tin. Its what he did at Barcelona, the previous incumbents of ‘best team ever’, and he did it at Bayern. And you have to love Pep. He is the anti-Jose. He is lightness and charm. And he admits defeat and takes responsibility. Not that he has to do that often. He doesn’t whinge about referees and attack team doctors for doctoring.

So we forget about Man City. We don’t look back in anger, just hope that statistically, their unbeaten run has to end, and whenever it does it will be ‘unlikely’ so why not this Saturday? IS THERE SOME FUCKING LAW AGAINST THAT?!?!?!?!

With Liverpool and Arsenal both failing to score last night, or concede either, oddly, that elevated my team back to 4th. Where competition is stiff as… a very stiff thing. Whilst down at the other end, West Ham’s point, though doubtless welcome by them (if not by Arsenal) wasn’t sufficient to lift them out of the ‘dead zone’, where competition is equally as stiff but far less pretty.

At the end of the day (a phrase all footballing tales have to include) night will fall. Deeds will be done. Acts completed. And as Spurs travel to Manchester, I’m traveling to Columbia. Tomorrow night, in fact.

Meanwhile,

Happy Thursday

A xxxx