Fcukin' hell. It was fun while it lasted, eh?
We got to swan around with all the prettiest girls at the ball for a couple of magical moments. Other than massive financial and architectural achievements, we really had no footballing basis for being allowed to float about in the company of the world's biggest clubs. We were basically filling out the ranks.
Easy come, easy go. I'm not the slightest bit narked about what happened and looking forward to seeing Spurs run the table in the run in, nick a top-four finish, snatch a honking hunk of silverware and declare ourselves bloody well pleased.
Ryan Mason, Legend. Julien Nagelsmann, Willkommen.
Reality may have issues with that.