Its a truly beautiful morning here in London town. Springlike. Sunny. Mild. Gorgeous. The flowers are getting ready to bloom, the birds are singing their songs and Spurs beat Dortmund in the Champions League last night. How could any day get better than that? Lila turning up at half seven was a massive bonus, day-wise. Oh, its Valentine’s Day too, but quite frankly I’m over that. Not that I’m not a ‘romantic’. I was even a ‘new romantic’ at one point. With an eye patch, pirate’s jacket and Flock’a’Seagulls BIG hair. Otherwise known as a ‘total tosser’. Now I’m definitely an old romantic. But I can’t see how celebrating a massacre is romantic. And more importantly, I need no-one to tell me when to show love or affection. Have you ever met me? I’m just gushing with it. I don’t reserve it for some arbitrary date set by the card manufacturers and rose importers intent on liberating as much cash as they can from my pockets.

So let’s talk love. In particular, our love for Tottenham Hotspur, the greatest football team in the world. And the ‘ONLY PLACE TO SEE CHAMPIONS LEAGUE FOOTBALL IN LONDON THIS YEAR’.

Dortmund were strong favourites to beat Spurs. I don’t know why. In Europe Spurs seem to have ‘underdog’ tattooed on their collective chests. But looking at the details, the numbers, the statistics, perhaps the bookies were right to favour the Germans. Who are at the very top of the Bundesliga, right where Bayern Munich usually sit, but not at the moment. And Dortmund do produce and acquire a wealth of prodigious talent. Both in players and in managers. Like Jurgen Klopp. Can’t get more brilliant, nor more German, than him. And then there’s the state of the Spurs squad. Missing were our talismanic striker, the Lord Harry Kane, and his main dude, Sir Dele Alli. So ‘what chance did we stand???’ Ok we can see off Newcastle and Leicester and Bournemouth but even then with a struggle.

On the other side of the statistical, pre-match analysis is Son Heung-Min. He has scored more goals against Dortmund than against any other club he’s ever played.

Then throw in the wild card that is Juan Foyth, our young defender with a massive liability potential, stick Jan Vertongen, the best centre back in the world (other than our other one) out of position at left back and it would appear to be a recipe for disaster.

And yet we won. Not just won, but won 3-0. The ‘3’ is positively massive in a two leg match, but the ‘0’ is way bigger. No away goal. Double 0 and you still have 0. Sonny scored, inevitably, Vertongen was man of the match and all their wonderkinds went crying back to Germany, wishing they could play for a proper team like Spurs.

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY. So you get a break from football. Well, from proper football.

A xxxx