Spurs in Chaos Mode (But Still in the Carabao Cup Semi!)

Well, we’ve done it again, haven’t we? Spurs managed to squeeze past Manchester United in the Carabao Cup quarter-final with a 4-3 win that somehow felt like a slapstick comedy and a thriller rolled into one. Ange’s men started off cruising but decided to throw in a few wobbles for good measure because we don’t do straightforward victories around here.

Smooth Sailing, Then Absolute Bedlam

At 3-0 up with half an hour to go, the only thing left for us was to sit back and enjoy some liquid football, right? Wrong. Cue Fraser Forster, standing in for the injured Guglielmo Vicario, deciding to turn the match into a goalkeeper bloopers reel.

His first gift to United came when he practically handed Bruno Fernandes the ball on a silver platter, who then set up Joshua Zirkzee for a tap-in. Seven minutes later, Forster took it up a notch—hesitating over a clearance long enough for Amad Diallo to pounce. The man looked like he was auditioning for a role in a disaster film, and let’s just say he nailed it.

From Panic Stations to (Almost) Peace

Somehow, we managed to hold on. Son Heung-min’s cheeky corner drifting straight into the net added a bit of breathing room, although it didn’t feel very “Spursy” to win so easily. True to form, we let Jonny Evans pull one back deep into injury time because, of course, we did. By the end, it felt less like football and more like a test of our collective blood pressure.

Forster’s Night to Forget

To be fair, United’s keeper Altay Bayindir wasn’t exactly painting himself in glory either—responsible for letting Dominic Solanke’s opener and Son’s clincher sneak in. It was a night for goalkeeping nightmares all round, though Forster will probably be the name on the back pages.

His two errors brought United roaring back into the game when they’d otherwise looked utterly toothless. A tough watch for us, but hey, who doesn’t love a bit of manufactured drama? Postecoglou might want to give Forster a hug—or maybe just a week off to think about what he’s done.

The Bigger Picture: A Shot at Silverware

Now, let’s not get too bogged down in the chaos. Despite our best efforts at self-destruction, we’re through to the semi-finals. That’s one step closer to finally breaking that pesky trophy drought since, you know, 2008. Who’s counting? (Everyone.)

As for United, they’ll be kicking themselves after Sunday’s high of beating City. Manager Ruben Amorim is already feeling the heat, and the “Ta Ra Marcus” banner from United fans aimed at Rashford isn’t exactly helping the mood at Old Trafford.

The Verdict

Sure, it wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t even particularly sensible. But it was us, in all our chaotic glory. Spurs march on, leaving a trail of frayed nerves and chewed fingernails in their wake. On to the semis—because as exhausting as it is, this ride might just be worth it.