Spurs were at Fulham yesterday. In the league. And were doing ok. Well, they hadn’t conceded, were actually playing abysmally, but nil-nil at 70-plus minutes is pretty much all we can hope for, and as its better, mathematically, than 4-nil down, I was happy to take it. For the time being!

Meanwhile later that evening Barcelona were playing at Athletico Madrid. Not the ‘El Classico’, that’s when they play Real Madrid. Same city, different colour shirt. This is the El Something-else-ico. And if Athletico win, they overtake Barca into second place, just behind their Madridista buddies at Real. Though they’re not really ‘buddies’. This is football. Everyone is hated. And after 70-odd minutes, Athletico were 2-nil up.

So, other than the teams, the cities, the countries AND the scores, you can see precisely where I’m drawing these amazing parallels from.

Because 20 minutes later, at Fulham, Spurs were 2-nil down. The second goal, agonisingly, scored by Ryan Sessegnon, the ‘biggest waste of time (and money!!!) Spurs ever signed’, duly returned to the club wot spawned him, Fulham, to hammer a nail in our coffin. Thank you Ryan! Fucking ingrate. Anyway, that’s how it ended.

But its not how it ended in Madrid. At 73 minutes the Barcelona team suddenly and collectively woke up! With a start!! And won 4-2. To overtake Real Madrid in their (stupid, Spanish) league to go top.

My first thought was: that’s how you do it.
My second was: why was I born in London?
My third was: it’s just as well I’m a rugby fan; supporting Spurs would FUCKING KILL MEEEEE!!!!

Saturday’s rugby was sensational. Ok, we didn’t win the 6 Nations, that went to the (bastard) French. But we played the best rugby the world has ever seen. Against a sad and sorry bunch’a Welshmen who only got sadder and sorrier as the tries scored went up. And up. And up. It made me proud to be a supporter of England rugby. In the same way watching Spurs makes me want to vomit copiously.

Happy Monday

A xxxx