It was decided yesterday that we will emphatically NOT be leaving Europe. To leave would be a total national disaster whereas to remain ensures that we at least get to play in the knockout stages. You know: EUROPE! The Champions League. No-one has the remotest interest in that other ‘Europe’ the unmoving, intransigent, inflexible, dictatorial hate-land of greed and incessant demands, we’re done with that, I mean Eeeuuuuuuurrrrup: the football!

Spurs went to Barcelona needing a miracle. But heh, this is Christmas time and that’s the only reasonable time of year to expect, need or demand nothing short of ‘the miracle of Barcelona’. When God (big Spurs fan, arguably, in many ways ‘the biggest’) did the modern day equivalent of parting the Red Sea whilst 37 bushes burned and the one day of oil in the Temple burned sufficiently to light the floodlights at the Nou Camp for a month. And remember, when God shouts ‘come on my Son!!!’ it has a more profound meaning than when anyone else says it, bearing in mind who his ‘Son’ is. If you buy into that particular testament.

So Spurs, having endured the worst start possible in the early group matches, were left in the most precarious of position from which to proceed. In their group of 4 teams they needed to get from their last match the same number of points as Inter Milan did in theirs. Milan’s was at home to the ever-losing bottom team, PSV. Spurs’ match was away at the best team in the entire fucking world in the fortress of Barcelona’s Camp Nou. We needed to win to be sure, pretty certain that Milan would trounce PSV.

And we got off to the best possible start, conceding a goal after 7 minutes. Good. Gives the Catalans a false sense of security. Right. But did heads drop? Did shoulders slump?? Did… it all go to shit??? No. This is Spurs. This is Pochettino. We came back, we attacked, we stole the game away from them. We out-possessed the most possessive team ever. And attacked them. But couldn’t score.

Meanwhile over in Milan, the unimaginable happened and the Dutch eternal losers took the lead. Ahhh, that’s not quite so bad then.

Until late in the game Milan equalised with PSV. Leaving Spurs in a Brexit situation. But then the miracle. Two miracles in fact. Lucas Moura scored an equaliser for Spurs in the 85th minute and PSV prevented the all-out, throw-everything-at-them Italians from scoring a winner at the San Siro.

Spurs Barca; 1-all. Inter PSV; 1-all. That was it. All that was needed. Job done. Miracle performed. God is great. And Spurs move forward. Amen.

Oh, Liverpool won as well, apparently.

Happy Wednesday

A xxxx