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Spurs now have three games left of this brutal and bruising season. After this defeat, the results of these fixtures will have little bearing on the club’s immediate future.
This was a performance from Spurs that both raised hopes of a late Champions League charge and emphatically confirmed why a parting of the ways with Jose Mourinho had become so essential.
The point I am going to make here is a simple one. This is what I know. This is what I am used to. This is what I have invested 54 years of my life believing in and feeling comfortable with.
While the past week witnessed a glorious rebuttal of the risible European Super League by fans, this match proved a sobering reminder of the chasm that exists between Manchester City and the rest of English football.
I find myself torn between supporting the team I always have loved but utterly detesting the actions of the club.
If Ryan Mason has wrestled with imposter syndrome over these past three days, the transformative effect of his inaugural half-time team talk should give him heart.
What a relief to the rivals it must be, knowing Spurs are back to their old ways. A cockerel cannot change its spots. Legends only in the mind. I welcome the banter. My one and only club.
Probably my favourite smell in the entire world is the mix of cheap beer, cigarette smoke and frying onions which welcomes you once you arrive at the stadium: the quintessential aroma of football…
