“My life is ruined!!!”
“This is worst day everrrrrrr!!!”
“If ever you needed proof that there is no God, this is it!!!”

Heung Min Son has broken his arm. A tragedy of such magnitude that you have to go back to the start of various wars, natural disasters and horrendous fires to come up with a parallel. This is a catastrophe on a par with Krakatoa. Where? Exactly.

The official word is a ‘fracture’. But one that requires surgery. Which will keep everyone’s favourite South Korean off the pitch probably til the end of the season. A situation which would always be bad, but in the continued absence of the Lord, Harry Kane, this leaves my team a little short in the goal-scoring department. Ok, a lot short in the goal-scoring department.

But there’s goals all over the pitch!! is the mating cry of the overly optimistic Spurs fan (of which there are only 3 in existence, the rest of us are doom-mongers), and that may be so. But not enough goals. Harry scores shed-loads, but he’s gone. And when injury plagues our esteemed leader, we depend on one man to step up and fill those rather large boots. Sonny. And he does. Every time.

But its more than just scoring goals, which he does so well, netting 6 in our last 5 games. It’s about the man himself. The attitude, the joy, the pleasure, that smile. It’s about someone who encapsulates the entire spirit of how the team want to be. And now he’s out for the year. Leaving a positively humongous void in the team. As well as in MY LIFE!

Fortunately Lila’s around, not on the injury list, so there’s pleasures to be had still. Yet I’m concerned. She is fairly obsessed with the colour pink. Or ‘pint’ as she calls it. And I worry that we may be, collectively, unconsciously manipulating her into being a girl. Ok, she is a girl, but I know from my extensive reading that gender cannot be presumed just by a mere random arrangement of biology. It’s much more complex than that, even for a (nearly-)three year-old. She needs to be given choices. She needs to be given a gun. A knife. A tank. Dressed in camo. Goth black. Shown the numerous ‘options’ before deciding on a… sort of… career-gender. We owe it to her. Ok, she does wear black, but only if its got a ‘unitorn’ printed on it. Not sure where that counts in the gender neutral fluidity scale. I better check.

Happy Wednesday

A xxxx