Spurs fans don’t get on with each other. Was mildly kicking off where I was. And like I said, fair few never returned to their seats after 30 min mark.

We did get behind the team after they responded in second half. But let’s be honest, we have always wanted them to give for us to give back.

Not saying we should not be angry.

It’s collectively difficult for everyone to react in a positive way to something that calamitous - esp when we go waiting and wanting the team to perform well.

Anyways…

SERIOUS RELEGATION FEARS

Also, as much as I want to punch Vic in the dick for his schoolboy error, the sarcastic applauding and booing is cunty behaviour. Modern football is an ugly pantomime of petulant ‘sing when we’re winning’ theatrics.

We also have zero tolerance for accepting we are mediocre/troubled and then accepting the reality of working through it to improve.

No Maddison or prime time Kulu, no real accountability, too fearful of opponents rather than making them fear us - but that also plays into the lack of depth with those missing ‘talisman’ players. I guess the question is; can we still perform better than we are? It’s subjective.

We tend to knee jerk easily. I appreciate we are faded and exhausted and we pay £ to watch the club and so on. But the manner in which we constantly abuse context is as perverse as the way the club rinse and repeat their errors.

Fun fact: I actually dont really care. Im here for the long haul.

Also, if you make content for a living, worthwhile acknowledging the caveat that it’s just your opinion and nobody really remembers all the times you were wrong and you are probably wrong most of the time.

Correction: I hate Tottenham supporters more than I hate Tottenham. Although philosophical, ‘we’ are the club, so it’s self hate. The best type of hate.

Caveat: be sure to know, as much as I hate Arsenal, you wont find a football club I hate more than Tottenham.

💀

…I’m embarrassed you’re rivals.

Up The Spurs

…inventing an identity of Marble Halls and ‘gentlemen’ whilst housing drunks and pornographers and then turning into a culture brand for fair-weather casuals seeking entry level access to football.

Add in ‘that pre-match song’, those weirdly huge scarfs and the Ashburton Army…