Lila Sophia was born last Saturday morning. Other than being April 1st I thought no significance to the timing. Natalie did, as she’d been struggling and suffering and bleeding and being surgically intervened with for the 2 days previous. But its not about her, women deliver babies all the time. How hard can it be?

Yet this is a very spiritual time of year. Probably the most. Easter is upon us. Passover is at the same time. So its all about miracles. Salvation. Jesus was reincarnated, to save us. A tramp told me that in St Johns Wood, so it must be true. God parted the Red Sea so the Israelites could escape from Egypt. Therefore we don’t eat bread for a week. Logical.

Spurs home form this year has been pretty sensational. But our away form not so much. Fairly awful. The worst of the top 6 teams. And on Saturday we played at Burnley. And we won. Which was great because Lila is a massive Spurs fan, even if she doesn’t know it just yet, thus her birth day was marked with a win. Forever.

Then last night it got stranger. We were losing. 1-0 away at Swansea. I was at Lila’s house. Used to be Nat & Ben’s house but this tiny little ‘thing’ has completely taken over. As they do. And after her feed I adopted the position of ‘winder in chief’ and rested her on my shoulder. That position is actually known as ‘heaven’ until the baby’s sick, then its ‘hell’. But she’s not a sicky baby, she’s a perfect baby, obviously, so not a problem. And if getting shat upon by a bird is ‘good luck’, then being thrown up on by a grandchild must be a total blessing.

So there we were, Ben, me, Lila, watching Sky Sports news together to learn of ongoing events in the matches. Liverpool went 2-1 up against Bournemouth, Arsenal started to win too. And we were still 1-0 down. And it was getting late. So late that we (the 3 of us) had long agreed that ‘we’d take the draw’ and even that seemed ridiculously optimistic as the clock hit 88 minutes. In fact we were praying for a draw. In that way that non-religious people pray in hopeless situations.

But our prayers were answered. Lila twitched, Delli Ali scored. It was that simple. Yet was far from over. The clock ran into injury time, Lila twitched again (ok, she had hiccups, but gimme a break here) and Son hit the winner. Yet Lila wasn’t happy with that. And with the last of her hic!s Erikson scored to make it a quite magnificent 3-1 away win.

Some say this is ‘the new Spurs’, others that our amazing levels of fitness and speed take their toll on opponents at the end of games. But we know different.

A ‘messiah’ is defined as ‘the saviour of a particular group or cause’. Well Spurs are a cause, aren’t we?

And now we have our messiah.

Unbelievably happy Thursday

A xxxx