One point. We accrued one entire, sole, solitary, delicious point from a week of otherwise disastrous, disappointing and depressing football. I wish there was a ‘d’ word to say FUCK SHIT BOLLOCKS PISS but alas our simple language lacks such riches.

Yet that point is enough. Dayenu as they say in Hebrew: it is enough. Because it was a point gained against Arsenal. Not two points lost because I don’t think we were ever in that position, but to steal their win was more than sufficient to enter the realms of the spiritual, the holy, the divine interventions. Especially as Arsenal were given a last-minute penalty, which they didn’t deserve, and managed to fuck it up. Praise the Lord for his assistance in that fuckage.

Because to lose to Chelsea is horrible, is bad and has consequences because they are a mean, nasty, demonic club with no soul and evil intent. But to lose to Arsenal is even worse. I like Arsenal as a football team, they play ‘proper’. Yet that has instilled in their fans a sense of moral superiority and totally unwarranted intellectualism that most simply lack the fire-power to pull off. So whereas a Chelsea fan will kick you in the bollocks, an Arsenal fan will lecture you for 2 hours on the correct way to play football, according to the Lord Wenger, blessed be he. I’ll take the kick any day.

1 all was a great result. For Spurs fans. After that match. And I’m happy to accept our one point from the last 9. Amazing how quickly we forget those last 8 and move onwards and (hopefully) upwards.

And I may have to rethink this whole Romelu Lukaku thing. Having written him off as an industrial strength lummox with all the finesse of a combine harvester, I’m starting to finally ‘get’ him. Yes, he’s scored 4 goals in his last 2 games, all really well taken and yes, he’s automatic first choice in a rather spectacular Belgium team not short of options in all positions. But what really impressed me yesterday (other than his physique when he stupidly pulled his shirt off in goal celebration) was his run down the right wing. The Southampton defender pushed him, shoved him and finally, finding him unmoved by previous efforts, took a massive swipe at his legs. Which just bounced off the Belgium. Who kept on going seemingly oblivious to the physical abuse he had withstood. And in the days when half his teammates will go to ground at the merest contact with any hairs on their legs, imploring the referee for the assault they’ve just experienced, Lukaku shames them all.

Happy Sunday, even though its pissing down and windy as fuck out there.

A xxxx