Arsenal 2 Spurs 0
Dortmund 1 Spurs 2 (CL)
Spurs 1 West Brom 1
I need to be more honest in this blog. Less analytical and serene, more emotionally honest. The past two weeks have been tough away from football. And when I needed Spurs to provide me with some happy escapism, they effing failed to deliver.
The Arsenal match was just plain bad. The win in Dortmund was good. The failure to beat West Brom plain ugly. So ugly, in fact, that I haven’t even seen it yet. I was invited to see Wales take on the All Blacks in Cardiff, so spent the afternoon queueing to get into the Principality Stadium, refreshing my phone in the hope we could salvage something after going 0-1 down after four minutes.
Oh Spurs. Always the bridesmaid. I think we’d all settle for Top 4 this year. The PL title’s already too far away and even Poch has admitted it. Kyle Walker has gone to the Champions-elect and will some other Spurs see departure as the easiest route to actual silverware? Poch v Rose can have only one winner in the short term, although I’m not 100 per cent certain the rift is all it’s made out to be in the press. Toby’s contract talks seems stalled. Dembele will be off next summer with our thanks and best wishes. Eriksen and Dele and probably Dier are being courted by the most handsome dudes around. And Bale will probably be in Manchester.
Of course, there are moments of doubt like this every season. Always a frigging rollercoaster. Yet we are still 4th in the PL (as I write, tho’ likely to be 5th by tonight). We dominated our CL Group. Full strength and at our best we can beat anyone. Literally anyone. Lamela may be an option soon. Kane is still scoring. As a Club, we’re still on the march. Ten years ago Juande Ramos was our manager. We finished 11th in the table with a W11 D13 L14 record. Never forget where we’ve come back from.
But I’d be lying if I wrote that the past fortnight has been anything other than depressing and a setback. Of the three, we won the one match we didn’t truly need to win. We failed to win either of the two that we did.
And, as Meatloaf might have sung, “One out of three ain’t good.”