I felt confident yesterday but had creeping suspicion that the old Tottenham angel of death would creep over us. Especially after going 1-0 up.
As
Brian Fantana
said (great post by the way) 2019 killed me football wise and it has been hard, watching the downfall of the Poch area and languishing limply from manager to manager. I couldn't watch the extra time last night and had my wife shout the minute countdown to me in the kitchen as I paced back and forth, tears already welling but I constantly clawed them back through fear of jinxing the last bit of the game.
That didn't happen and I fell to my knees genuinely unable to contain the release from within and even sobbed at one point. 17 years of genuine pain and struggle and this is what it is all about.
I told my 5 year old to go to school and tell everyone that Spurs are champions, let them hear it and tell them again.
Enjoy it everyone, don't let anyone try to undermine it. We are champions.
Up the Spurs.