Just
watched Spurs lose at Everton. Nikica Jelavic scored for the Merseysiders but for the first time in weeks, Tottenham fought. Sure,
they've lost their third consecutive game now and are in real danger
of losing third place but I'm proud of them.
They
showed hunger today, they threw everything at the Blues but it wasn't
enough. But I think the hunger is back. I could only catch the last
twenty minutes but I finally saw the desperation and the urgency to
claw back into the contest, something they did all last year during
the unbeaten streak. I have a feeling they've finally rediscovered it
and if it's taken three losses on the trot for that to return, I don't care. This loss will hurt more last week against United because Everton was a winnable game. I just hope this fires them up and ends the bad run.
Sure,
we shouldn't be losing to Everton, all due respect to David Moyes, but this is Tottenham's lowest point this season. I got faith.
The madness will return.
I
doubt I'll be able to sleep for a couple of hours now. I've got three
stories to write but right I'm too excited to work on them. I'm in
no mood to write even though the deadlines are hours away. Somethings
(everything) just take a backseat to football. I'm also a sore loser
and will stay this way until tomorrow at least. The match has also
put me off of reading this week's Times Crest and the march edition
of The Caravan, and they've both got brilliant stories as usual.
Yep,
no point trying to work. I'm not worked up because they've lost but
because it was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO CLOSEEEEEEEEE. Could have and
should have won it in the end. On the bright side, this was one the
of most exciting games I've watched in a while. But no, the
deadlines will have to wait. I'll curse myself for doing this tomorrow evening while racing against the clock, but right now I couldn't care less.
Slogging tonight would be disrespecting the club. COME ON YOU SPURS!
