Tomorrow is a day beyond massiveness. Nothing to do with vaccines. Nothing to do with death, cars, stellar events, black holes or the price of milk. Spurs are playing Chelsea. On the 1000th match of Roman Abramavich’s ownership of that sad and sorry football club. And as a protest against most of the appalling, money-encrusted evils currently being perpetrated against what was a beautiful game, we have to win. For decency. For good. For light. And for GOD!!! Who, like me, would hate Chelsea to win.

Abramovich arrived at Chelsea in 2003, buying them for about a quid because they had so much debt it was almost catastrophic and they’d have gone into administration hell (where many think they rightly belong). Thus the club acquired a cash cow and in return, he acquired a profile sufficiently high that the Russian death squads might deploy their plutonium and their Novichok elsewhere. Which in fact they promptly did, and still are.

You can’t buy success. Except in football. Then its easy, given coffers of sufficient largitude. And few come larger than Abramovich’s. Enriching Chelsea, a team famous for failure, for horribleness and for having the most obnoxious fans in the world. They do respect equality though. Hating all possible skin colours and races and religions with equal loudly shouted aggression and xenophobic nastiness.

The only success all those hundreds of millions have bought have been: 5 league titles, one Champions League, 2 Europa Cups, 5 FA Cups and 3 League Cups. In 17 years. The only amazing thing was that Roman was prepared to wait 2 years for his first silverware. These people rarely show such patience in their investments.

During which period, Spurs, a proper, decent, Godly, tax-efficient, profitable organisation adhering to Fair Play Rules and all things good, have a different ‘haul’ of trophies. Or, trophy, really. The League Cup. 2008. Beating, ironically, Chelsea in the final. Since then Spurs have been ‘resting’ between trophies.

But Abramovich earns a special place in the hierarchy of the hated. Because he set the precedent. After which every Sheikh with a spare couple of billion (doesn’t matter which currency really) had to have a trophy team. Manchester City, Paris St Germain, now even Aston Villa, under ‘new ownership’ they bought a level of success that not only was not earned, but would never have happened without inflating levels of financial input beyond anything decent, moral or, within the pathetically loosely defined ‘rules’ of our game. And worst of all, leaving other teams behind and unable ever to catch up. Without their own ‘benefactor’.

So are we jealous of their trophy cabinet?? Well… no. Fuck ‘em. And their fucking trophies. We need to beat them. And beat them bad. Or good. Depends on…

Happy pre-match build-up

A xxxx