Dele Alli’s career thus far, at the ‘mid-life’ age of 25, has been neatly summarised. In fact the summary was constructed about 70 years before he was born. But back then they were actually talking about ‘a little girl, who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead’, rather than ‘a big, mixed-race geezer from Milton Keynes wot plays football’. But that little girl and our midfielder could have been twins. Because ‘when they are good they are very very good, and when they are bad they are AWFUL!’

So the ‘Spurs Renaissance’ continues apace! Which is a nice, poetic way of saying ‘we won agen’. Spurs, because they are God’s team, are allowed at least 5 Renaissances per season, depending on how many managers we get. Some people say ‘it’s too soon to judge! The season is but 2 matches old!!!’, to whom I say ‘FUCK YOU!!! WE’RE WINNIN’!!!!!’ And truly, to measure a real, bona fide ‘renaissance’ we’d need to ditch Harry Kane now and figure out where the 40-odd goals he was in some way responsible for last year will be replaced. But meanwhile, Harry exists in that horrible ‘want-away’ limbo-land where no-one likes him. Not our fans. Not Man City fans. Not our management, nor theirs, nor anyone else’s. And I feel sorry for him as its not really a predicament of his own making.

Thus to our beautiful game. Never more beautiful than when we’re winning. Even if its not a beautiful win, in the truest sense of anything really ‘beautiful’, those 3 accompanying points up the beauty to 100% every time. And thus Spurs have won their first two matches of the season. With yesterday’s victory at Wolves in no small part down to Dele Alli. Who, one can only imagine, is a rather ‘sensitive’ soul. Such does his form, his passion, his commitment, his ability seem to fluctuate from ‘genius’ to ‘get that tosser off the pitch!!!’, in the blink of a manager’s eye. And Nuno, our lovely new manager, seems to be handling ‘the boy from MK’ rather splendidly. Which is great because there’s no question that when Dele is being ‘very good’, he can be simply brilliant and inspirational to the whole team. Long may it last.

And I’m not one to gloat, its not (normally) in my nature. Thus I can only assume that football is a very unnatural condition. One in which the winning is only ever really half the fun. Completed only when others lose. And although Chelsea are the team I really despise (as does every decent, moral, cuddly human being), there is no loss in our national game that gives me as much pleasure as when experienced by Arsenal. I don’t know why, I’m just being honest. And if that makes me a horrible person, I can live with it.

Which all together made yesterday a very special day indeed.

Happy Monday

A xxxx