I’ve decided that because no sponsors have thus far pitched up with sufficient dosh to make our stunning new stadium call itself “THE ALDI”, or possibly “THE GAZA STADIUM, INSHALLAH”, or even “THE UBER EATS, N17”, I’ve given it a ‘holding name’, one to tide us over until we can show Nike and Adidas and Bentley and Clarks Shoes that we ARE staying in the Premiere League so pay up NOW!! The Stadium of God. I think it suits, it fits and it gives the right message. Not sure, exactly, what that message is, but it’s right anyway. And whilst there this afternoon, it was definitely His name that was called more than anyone else’s. His son’s was second most popular.

As the frustration mounted among the home fans. Because we all get that there is quite literally nothing more for us in the league this season, win, lose or draw, absolutely nothing to play for. Furthermore, we want our stars kept fit and fresh for the Europa final at the end of the month. But MAKE SOME FUCKING EFFORT, FFS!!!!!

It was abysmal. Dire. Horrible. I said jokingly that Mel, who accompanied me, and who is no fan of football, had no worries because she won’t be seeing much at Spurs. Unfortunately I was wrong, because Crystal Palace played lots. And even… fought for the ball!!! What’s the point of that. It’s, quite frankly, beneath Spurs players to do such a thing.

Poor Emily Damari. Chose this game to celebrate her ‘return’ to Spurs after her horrendous 471 days as a hostage in Gaza. I’m not saying that we were so bad she’d have been looking on her phone for a flight back to Khan Younis but there’s torture and then there’s torture. And this match had em both.

The funny thing is (unless you were there, of course, then it wasn’t very funny at all) that Manchester United, our opponents in Bilbao, also lost 2-nil at home to a shitty team today. Also fielded a team so weakened it was an insult to the fans. Who, like Spurs fans, have had more than their share of abuse this season.

On a positive note; Mel loved the stadium. We really enjoyed the drive there, with the top down, in the glorious sunshine, breathing the lovely smog which only Wood Green can provide. And then the delightful walk through Bruce Castle Park to the ground. I’m not saying exacltly that ‘the football match spoiled a super afternoon, I’m just saying it was 99% of the problem. Even though I shouted all the correct instructions all afternoon. But did they listen?

Another fab day down the Lane. At the Stadium of God.

Who really needs to help us.

Happy Sunday

A xxxx