Come on you Spurs
Last night I dreamed of football. It was Tottenham vs arsenal at WHL and by half time we were leading by a goal to nil. As the second 45 began, I could feel the tension in the air just as I had felt at Stamford Bridge; a palpable, unspoken knowledge that we weren’t going to win this game. The prize was just too big.
Minute by minute, the clock ticked on and with each new figure on the Jumbotron display a deeper sinking, a more horrible certainty. So when the whistle finally blew and I was feeling more wretched than at any twist of the knife of previous dramas , it didn’t quite feel true to look up and see that we’d actually won the game.
I’ve woken this morning feeling more nervous than I have in years. Why? Because I know we can win this game. In recent times when the Chelsea blues have come to town, there’s always been a cheery, pot luck hope against the probable inevitabilty. But not this time. We’ve beaten them once, we had them away and we know that as long as we play our best we can match them and that’s what makes me nervous, “As long as we play our best.”
There’s all sorts of slanging going on in the papers. Jol wound up by Mourinho, JJ saying we feel confident, etc, etc. It doesn’t matter today, nor the stats nor the figures. What matters is how we feel, we the fans. I know already the atmosphere; the anticipation in the crowd, the bright lights focusing down on the stage, our aching thirst for Chelsea blood. This is our year. This is our time and we will not rest till we’ve put them down. The forces of good must prevail tonight at White Hart Lane and we’ll scream and scream until justice is done.
COME ON YOU SPURS!
The Bagel.
March 19th, 2007 at 12:37 pm
I so hope it will be our night, but always expect the worst, but, I remember the return leg in the carling cup a few years back, if only……….
March 19th, 2007 at 1:59 pm
Hi Bagel
We all thirst for the chelsea blood, this is our opportunity to seize the moment by the scruff of the neck, kicking & screaming all the way to the goals we know we can score, all the way to the final whistle & the semi final & then onwards, marching all the way to Wembley
Radioactive Puppy, I know what you’re saying, but this is not a few years ago, this is now, this is the new, revitalised Spurs… & besides, my son is playing up front!
COME ON YOU SPURS!
March 19th, 2007 at 2:19 pm
Tell your lad to give Terry another good boot in the face. That should take care of it nicely.
The Bagel.
March 19th, 2007 at 11:51 pm
The great Gods of football conspired to make out night a misery!
It appears that Radioactive Puppy’s pre-emptive foreboding was right after all
The positives must be taken out of this, we can now concentrate on our two remaining campaign fronts