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Defoe’s golden boot sends the Spurs fans home in party mood
I’VE the most awful earache. I’ve been kept awake all week by the sound of Tottenham fans conga dancing outside my door.
They were popping bottles of champagne – well it was sparkling wine but don’t tell them that – and singing themselves hoarse with a wail worse than a chorus of punch-drunk tom cats whose milk had mistakenly been substituted with Bailey’s.
Some of them had been to Trafalgar Square and flapped around in the pools near Nelson’s column, others had hired Routemaster buses and stretch limos to go to Faces in Gant’s Hill for the best party they’ve had since Spurs signed Jason Dozzell.
In a night of untold ecstasy for these success-starved fans, who’s to say babies were not conceived. They should all be christened Jermain, regardless of gender. And once the DJ finally called it a day I heard a lot of them went home to order The Whole Nine Goals DVD, in production as soon as the final whistle blew on Spurs’ victory against Wigan on Sunday.
Now, I’m not mealy mouthed enough to say beating anybody 9-1 isn’t a good scoreline, even if you are still 10 goals adrift of Arsenal’s goal difference afterwards. It is a good result, but if you met a Spurs fan staggering around in a haze this week you would have thought they had just won the Champions League.
SO Spurs are an attacking force of awesome power, ruthlessly flaying our opponents till they break down, sobbing on the White Hart Lane turf, and refund their fans’ money.
We already knew this, but now the whole world knows it. Similarly, we knew that Thierry Henry was a cheat (largely based on the fact he spent eight years at Arsenal perfecting the craft) and now the world knows that too.
So, while it’s been a revelatory week for everyone else, for Spurs fans, this has merely confirmed what we already knew.
The performance on Sunday was spectacular, as was the fervour that suddenly surrounded Jermain Defoe after his five-goal haul. Our Bassett hound of a boss was understandably delighted, and heaped on the praise. Then Jonathan Woodgate claimed Defoe was the best finisher in the world and in line for the Golden Boot at the World Cup, making it impossible to get more carried away.
This week had everything a Spurs fan could want; a shambolic Arsenal performance, with Darren Bent almost redeeming himself for that hurl in the box, Henry’s painful attempts to come out of his scandal looking honest, and a sackful of goals. Next is a big game at Villa. I’d be delighted with a 1-0 win but hey, let’s aim for 10. |
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