Ok so its the back end of the football season. The final run in. The exiting bit. When the decisions get made. Who goes up, who goes down, who suffer the indignity of mid-tableness, who wins the cups and, the biggest of all: who goes into Europe next year. So this is what you do, if you’re still fortunate (mainly due to the misfortune of others) enough to be ‘in contention’ for something. You win your fucking games. That’s it really. There’s hours of debate, endless billions of wasted words analysing all sorts of statistics and records and averages; all of which means precisely fuck all. All you need to do is win.

West Bromwich Albion showed exactly that with Saturday’s visit to that portal to Hell known as Stamford Bridge. Chelsea with their new, super-boring manager, have not been beaten in 14 matches. 12 of them they haven’t even conceded a goal. Numbers which have the statisticians drooling. West Brom are floundering. As they have been all season but worse. Because they brought in Sam Allardyce to ‘keep them up’. It’s what he does. Normally. He is the absolute ‘break glass in case of emergency’ manager. He won’t excite the fans. He won’t play like Barcelona. But if its sheer, bloody-minded pragmatism mixed with just a necessary soupçon of extreme violence to consolidate it, which you want or desperately need; Sam’s your man. Yet he had thus far failed to ‘secure’ anything. Leaving West Brom second from bottom and total shit.

A match made for the bookies. So obvious.

And yet it wasn’t. It was wonderful, marvellous, delightful and the kind of game that makes you realise why you can still love the beautiful game, just for matches like that. Because West Brom didn’t just defy the odds. They took those odds and incinerated them. They were simply brilliant to watch and deadly in effect. Ok, Chelsea were down to 10 men but that wasn’t West Brom’s fault. So they won 5-2. And it was simply fantastic.

Then Arsenal lost to Liverpool. Which didn’t do Spurs many favours, league-wise, but is always nice to see. Just because…

So the scene was set. Regal Spurs went to lowly, shitty, awful, hopeless Newcastle. And a win would have put us 4th in the league. Where we want to be, need to be and DESERVE to be, just because…

And we couldn’t hold on to our 2-1 lead and ended up with a draw. And what fucking use is that??? I didn’t even stay home for the end, instead going round to torture Joey (above). I needed to ‘vent’ on someone.

I’m going to start another #metoo movement. Perhaps a #methree or a #mefourfourtwo for football fans who are victims of historical and current abuse from their clubs.

Happy Monday (grrrrrrrrrr…)

A xxxx