Yeah, a lot of nerves being shown at Leicester now. Right. We’ve been waiting for this. The pressure, the realisation of what they are probably about to achieve. The loss of their talismanic (and a lot of other ‘manic’ too; have you seen his eyes??? there’s something of the night about Jamie Vardy) striker. The expectations on their inexperienced shoulders. So they breezed over Swansea 4-nil. I won’t labour the new ‘force of 4’ but suffice to say; it weren’t a close match.

The most amazing thing Leicester have done is to manage to send their stress, troubles and pressures 100 miles down the M1 to Arsenal. I don’t know how you’d do that, didn’t know you could, but someone must have invented a new app or something and all the jitters that Leicester should be experiencing have fallen in Arsenal’s lap.

Which is itself not a bad thing, but just strange as this time of the season is so often Arsenal-time. And this year they can’t hit a rather porous Sunderland goal from 7 yards. I didn’t see that match. Mel, inspired by our Holland flower-power trip last weekend, went and bought an entire garden centre’s worth of fucking flowers. Well, bedding plants. Their entire stock. So that our driveway can resemble the Kuekenhof Gardens. And they needed planting. Bastard things.

Anyway, shame I missed that one. A Sam Allardyce team desperately trying to protect their goal in despair for 95 minutes whilst Arsenal play never ending circular passing games round the midfield. Nah, I’d rather do menial labour, thanks all the same.

And now Chelsea have come out as official ‘Spurs haters’. They don’t want Spurs to win the league. They really, desperately, horribly and probably violently, don’t want Spurs to win the league. They sang so at Bournemouth. They hate Spurs. Yeah, that’s news (stifles a yawn).

West Ham already hate us, for what, I don’t know. And I’m not unhappy about that. Better to be hated than ignored, as Oscar Wilde almost noted (probably an Arsenal fan; too gay for other teams). Arsenal hate us too, but in a more respectful way. I don’t know what that’s based on other than the nature of my dislike of them.

Its like Jesus. A man comes along who is so pure, so white, so right, so amazingly, unforgivingly good, that everyone hated him, other than his loyal ‘mates’, who numbered 12. His posse. Though they called Jesus’s gang his ‘disciples. Bit pretentious for all that supposed humility but we’ll forgive; its Jesus way. The rest of the people wanted him hit, hurt or preferably dead. They were jealous of his purity, his honesty and integrity, felt threatened by his whiter-than-whiteness.

So it is with Spurs. Another bunch of wandering Jews (metaphorically). So good, so lily-white, so wonderful and inspirational that other than the devoted (that’d be me, then), the jealousy and inherent nastiness and badness in other teams wishes us ill. Well, in the words of Jesus: FUCK ‘EM. FUCK ‘EM ALL.

We just need to keep winning. Tonight. West Brom. 37-pointer.

Happy Monday

A xxxx