Every few years events happen that are massive. That are memorable. That are simply out of the ordinary.

A total eclipse. A pod of whales swimming down the Thames. Meteorite storms. The Queen turns 120.

Or Spurs find themselves ahead of Arsenal in the league. After August.

Such an event occurred last night. Astronomers are baffled by this. But not so football fans. Who await such moments which are, to people like me, oxygen to a drowning man. The stuff that makes life worthwhile. That reaffirms our faith in… in God. Who is also a Spurs fan. Even though we may not choose to believe in him for the 973 days out of 975 when we aren’t above the Arse.

Spurs have gone 11 away games without a defeat. We have the best goal difference in the league. The best defensive stats in the league (when does that happen???) We’re playing (all of us; especially me, even though I was at Tai Chi) with conviction. With confidence. With belief. Belief in the manager, in the system, in team-mates.

Ok, our home form is not as great, but it ain’t bad. And if we can beat Watford on Saturday then all will be right in the world once more.

The problem will be when we lose a game. My expectations and hopes are now so high, so lofty, so grand, that one loss will shatter the very fabric of my world. But these are the chances we take when we (stupidly) align our emotional wellbeing to something as capricious as a football team. Let alone my football team.

Leicester are still top. The dream continues for the Crisps (as I’m going to call them) with a goal that may have taken ‘goal of the season’ from Dele Alli’s wondergoal the other week, scored by Jamie Vardy last night against Liverpool. Who still can’t find form. Which is good news for Spurs. We don’t want Liverpool finding their form. Nor Manchester United but they actually managed to win last night and score an almost record for the season, 3 goals!!!

Arsenal failed to score against Southampton. Wenger immediately attacked the referee for his team’s inability to find the net. If you have 21 shots on goal and fail to score, its hardly the ref’s fault, as the Southampton manager pointed out.

Villa are doomed, like that was ever in doubt, West Ham are flattered by being in 6th place and Manchester City just about hung on to win at Sunderland, watching Sergio Aguero limp off in the process.

So today, as I look (again, and again, and again…) at the league table, I’m in a dream. Even with my stinking man-cold that I’m bravely fighting with every corpuscle in my corpuscle place.

Pinch me. So I know its real.

Exceedingly happy Wednesday

A xxxx