I’ve seen some amazing things on this holiday. I’ve seen a full on street brawl in Kuala Lumpur. I’ve seen eagles and scorpions, and had my feet eaten by a hundred hungry fish in a flea market spa. I’ve seen my fiancée just about hold it together within 250m of a small non-venomous and perfectly inactive snake. I’ve seen attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. But I haven’t seen any bloody football.
So our champions league (kind of) debut was terrifying for you? It was terrifying for me too. I was deep in Malaysian jungle (coconuts no alcohol) without internet access. I didnt even know whether the game was on Tuesday or Wednesday. All I had was basic SMS, like in the war. So when I woke up on Wednesday morning I still didn’t know we had actually played. And then the texts arrived one by one, adrenaline shots delivered five seconds apart, like some kind of messed up championship manager game, set to ‘heartbreak’ level.
‘it kicks off in two hours’…..
‘2-0 down after 15’ – WHAAAAAT!!…..
‘3-0 this is terrible’ – is that the final score? Is this some sort of joke?….
And then redemption of sorts. That pav wonderstrike felt as good to me as it must have felt to any yiddos at the wankdorf. 3-2 away from home. Conventional pre-Mourinho style wisdom would have you believe it’s actually advantage Tottenham. It doesn’t feel like it from here!
One question I’d be interested to hear your thoughts on – was the plastic pitch to blame as ‘arry clearly thought (or wanted us to think)?
And give me some grounds for optimism – I’ve heard about how bad we were. But for them to let two goals in at home from 3 up suggests they are a bit frail too, no? What we’ve done is very Tottenham – but if it was the other way round we’d be saying the same thing!
So I will be in Bangkok on Wednesday, and like many others there I hope to be staying up late into the night watching young boys being given a roasting. Don’t let me down Tottenham. Just when I thought you’d changed.