Jose Morinho after losing 2-1 at home to Crystal Palace yesterday: “We played well enough to win the match, certainly we played well enough not to lose it.”

Wise sentiments from the manager. But, actually, Jose, you did lose the match. So what do those fucking words even mean? That on a different day, with different players, a good head-wind, temperature 4 degrees lower, with more chances going in at our end and less at the other, then: ‘we would have won’? Is that what it means? In which case I’d like to create a second league to run parallel with the ‘old’ boring Premiership. The League of Should’a’beens. The League of Broken Dreams. The League of Just Deserts.

Spurs would be top. Permanently.

Take yesterday, f’rinstance. First half we struggled, couldn’t get going, Everton keeping possession, creating chances. But the second half we were dominant. Sublime(ish), majestic (almost), stunning (nearly). Yet failed to hit the net. Not once. Ok, Tim Howard was fantastic in the Everton goal, but so many squandered chances. Never mind, we’ll have bought six more strikers by Tuesday. One must be ok? Surely??

Meanwhile, its not really fair to gloat the failings of the mighty Chelsea… without talking about Liverpool. The biggest club in… Liverpool, if not the world. And they lost in a rather humiliating manner (0-3) to West Ham, who last won at Anfield in 1963. When Geoff Hurst and Martin Peters, later to become world cup superstars, scored the goals. The rest of the team were Billy this and Bobby that and Alfie Cor-blimey and Jimmy wossname and Ronnie and Reggie and Big Jackie and Little Albert and all manner of chirpy cockney… err… scum.

West Ham are doing brilliantly away from home. Played Arsenal and Liverpool and beat them both. At home they’re shit. Maybe that’s why they’re soon to be moving their home to the Olympic Stadium. Which they’ve stolen from the nation’s tax payers.

So there you are. The mighty fall. Very little gives supporters of teams suffering indifferent form the joy that occurs when big teams get shafted. We like to see them squirm, we like to see whether their managers man up and take the responsibility. We like to see the aftermath.

And if, like Spurs, you happen to be 15th in the league table, its comforting to have Chelsea just above you.

Ahhhh, happy Sunday

A xxxx

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