It is great to be in the title race, no matter how unlikely, as we approach March. There was a time when all that was left was to plan the summer holidays at this time of year because the season was always effectively done. To be in the CL too is also amazing.
But it’s fudging stressful. Days dreaming about what a title win would be like before I catch myself and talk some sense in to me. Co workers and friends saying “you’d never know” and me, in a pure reflex action, saying “Ah it’s Tottenham, we’ll fudge it up”. That awful, terrible feeling in the pit of your stomach as you’re one goal up on Leicester in the last few minutes and they are battering you and you know, you just know they’ll equalize because you’ve seen it a million times before. In fact, they’ll probably get two.
And then Sonny scores and secures the three points. The pure elation completely makes all the worrying over the last week and particularly the last 10 minutes worth it. This team defy my cynicism again. And they’ll have to do the same next week and for every week thereafter. They’re carrying the can for the 30 years of brick that preceded them. And they’re doing it brilliantly.
Imagine the stress of needing a win in the last game for the title or to win the CL. I’d be in a mental home. Then imagine the euphoria if we actually did it. Imagine. The euphoria of Sonny’s goal multiplied by a million. I’d fudging climb the gates of that mental home to get out and celebrate.
To dare is to do.