Sigh. Next year, then, next year. Or whenever we grow some balls, cut out ludicrous errors, stop being so open at the back, stop relying on two crocks in central defense, stop setting out with no tactical instructions, plays or cohesion, stop relying on individual brilliance to see things through, stop giving away needless free kicks, stop crumbling at the slightest hint of pressure, stop being so brick at set pieces, STOP BEING SPURS. Well, the bad bits of Spurs, because they are killing us.
Sob. A dozen whiskeys should do me now.