Moussa Sissoko is the name on everyone’s lips today. And on Saturday too, after his fantastic performance against Chelsea, and his name deserves to be sung loud and clear. Here we go: “MOUSSA SISSOKO, MOUSSA SISSOKO, MOUSSA SISSOKO…”

A lot of Spurs fans should hang their heads in shame for the rough ride the Frenchman has generally received since becoming our then most expensive player when we paid Newcastle 30 million quid for him.

Unlike them, I was typically full of patience, understanding and compassion for the man, always giving him the benefit of the doubt and… never shouting, pulling hair out or getting frustrated with him. No, never.

He replaced Victor Wanyama in the holding role when the Kenyan was injured. And whereas Wanyama is an elegant, silky-skilled individual with a core of steel and a neat easy style with which he’s seldom dispossessed, Sissoko was somewhat… different. More… flamboyant… errrr… expressive… not quite as seemingly sort of ‘in control’, neither of the ball nor often of himself. Flaying arms and legs around and being a touch too ‘headless chicken’ for… for many fans to tolerate.

But the few of us who can hold our heads up, rather than leaving them up our collective arses (we, sorry, YOU know who you are), have been richly rewarded as our Moussa has suddenly ‘come of age’. Stepped up to the plate. And from midfield is positively driving all the good that Spurs are currently producing, including last night’s essential winning goal against Inter Milan. He didn’t score it but he just kind of turned into our other Mousa and drove right through the Italian defence before laying the ball off to Dele to flick it to Eriksen to finish.

Yet once again it comes down to just one thing. In Mauricio we trust. My tattoo (if I was allowed to have one). Says it all. If Poch reckons Sissoko is worth the starting shirt, we simply have no right to question. And Poch was right yet again. Unfailingly.

And on the amazing high of the last 2 fantastic wins, that’s how we enter the Emirates on Sunday to face… The Arse!!!! A fixture I love and hate in almost equal measures.

Come on Spurs!

Happy Thursday

A xxxx