Ya know; anyone can be a Liverpool fan. Its so fucking easy. You just relax, get a bit exited if you’re not 3-nil up by half time, possibly a bit anxious if ‘they’ score a goal when you’ve only netted 6, and just stroll away at the end, giving Arne Slot a wave with another 3 points in your pocket. Every week. Its so predictable it doesn’t exactly get boring but the wins must to some extent get taken for granted. Then you walk back to the station, stealing whatever you can find on the way.

The rewards for Tottenham fans are generally in heaven. You certainly get sod all down here. You thrash lowly Southampton, back in the middle of December, then have to wait until February for your next league win. Ok, there were a few Euro matches, some great cup games, but its the league which is of utmost importance. To win a cup whilst getting relegated is not fun. Its doomsday. Taking our billion pound stadium into the Championship. Playing an entire season (at least) where the only ‘superstars’ to visit White Hart Lane would be Beyoncee and Lamar Jackson (the quarterback for the Baltimore Ravens, FFS, keep up!!!), would be as depressing as it would be financially crippling.

But when we win… when the gods conspire to allow us a victory… OMG that feels wonderful. And it did yesterday. With an effect on the spirit that no Liverpool fan could even imagine whilst they’re busy adding up in threes. The few who possess the mathematical ability to do so, anyway.

We were sublime, magnificent and masterly. Superlative in every way. Other than the football, but that is no longer the issue. WE JUST WANNA FUCKING WINNNNNN!!!! And we did, and it felt wonderful. So wonderful that I was still smiling when Arsenal’s 5th went in against Man City about 2 hours later. Something that would in normal circumstances make me miserable and depressed.

We slipped from ‘Ange-ball’ into something more… pragmatic. Slightly less stylish, less ‘push’, more ‘pull’, more ‘Dyche-ball’ in nature, but none the less effective for it. We didn’t concede a goal. Against a pretty free-scoring side. We… what’s the word… oh, yeah, we def-en-ded. Got it.

So here we go. Are we prepared to sacrifice style for results? Flair for points? The Spurs ideal to avoid being ‘Spursy’?

I think we should have a few more dull, drab, boring victories before we decide.

Exceptionally happy Monday

A xxxx