You only sing when you’re winnin’;
Sing when you’re wiii-nnin…
(Rinse and repeat. And repeat. And repeat.)

I LOVE JOSE MORINHO!!! He’s our saviour, our Lord, our GOD and the best manager that football has ever known! He’s pretty, he’s clever, he’s wonderful, he’s ‘modest’ and HE WINS.

As he did yesterday. For Spurs. At an away match. The first away win since January in the league for Spurs. Which part of me hated (a really, really small part) because it seemed to vindicate the horrible decision to sack Poch. And I really haven’t come to terms with Jose at all. Can’t understand that when this man that I’ve hated for decades says ‘we’, he’s talking about MY Spurs.

There is a Morinho ‘pattern’, which always starts with a win. Always. And with wins comes the charm. And indeed the ‘modesty’. And the nonchalance, the gushing praise for ‘his’ players, the happiness and light. And as long as we keep winning this will endure. But if we start to lose…

I don’t even want to think about it. I just want to enjoy the moment. That first 60 minutes of yesterday’s game. When, for the first time certainly this season, and at least the second half of the last one, we looked like Spurs. Proper Spurs. Full of skill and speed and pressing and passing and flicking and overlapping and… and… and…

It was just wonderful to watch. Didn’t matter that it was only West Ham. A team for which I sincerely have nothing but the utmost… contempt, because it could have been any team. We just flew out of the blocks and started the assault. Gave them not a second, not a breath. Barely a chance for any of their thugs to even draw back his fist before 6 flowing passes had taken the play 70 yards away. The beautiful game had never looked more beautiful than in that first half. Absence indeed made the heart grow fonder.

And Jose can be ‘modest’, can say ‘it was just the players, nothing to do with me’, because the headlines in all media have already stated that ‘Jose did it!!!’ He has no need to embellish.

So although I’m not yet sure of the whole Jose thing, I’m thrilled with yesterday and so pleased that at least we’ve prevented Arsenal from getting a possibly brilliant manager at a time when their world, albeit from one place, one point above us, looks on the verge of total collapse.

The (immediate) future looks (fairly) bright. I’m a Spurs fan. Not ready to ‘commit’ yet.

Very Happy Sunday

A xxxx