We’re top of the league. Don’t know if you know that. But we are. We have about 4 hours left, I reckon, before Man City (probably) or Liverpool (possibly) overtake us, or 6 hours before Arsenal play at Newcastle. Then we play Chelsea on Monday night. Ooooohhhh.

I’ll try to put this, intellectually, into a context which manifestly expresses deep felt honesty of my feelings. I fucking hate Chelsea. That intellectual enough for ya? The reasons are many. Any Spurs fan who’s spent any time at Stamford Bridge will understand. It’s not a nice experience. And I don’t just mean the football.

But now it’s more complicated. Chelsea’s manager is our beloved Mauricio Pochettino. He came to Spurs at a bad time (we’ve had many… too many to even number, but we’ll call it ‘bad time no. 5,729’, just for reference) and he elevated us. Not just in the league position but in absolutely everything. He brought back belief. He brought love. He brought fabulous football, team spirit, totally engaged fans and a new top-to-bottom cohesion which we’d lacked for decades and have only just found a way to replace under Ange.

So when Mauricio went to Chelsea we were initially jealous, then most concerned that he might take that team of over-priced, under-performing no-goodniks and turn them into the team which cost a truly ridiculous amount of money should be. Fortunately, he has (thus far) failed miserably and is the leader of a hapless bunch of divas who simply don’t appear to play in any joined up way. And we pray that lasts until at least Tuesday. Because whatever happens today or tomorrow, if we beat Chelsea on Monday night we stay top.

And that’s where we need to be. Where I need to be.

Happy Saturday, even though tennis was rained off AGAIAIAIANNNN!!!

A xxxx