Bollocks

Apologies to anyone offended by that sort of language but sometimes it is the only way to say how you truly feel.

I recently wondered to myself whether my love for Tottenham Hotspur FC may have waned of late. I still tune into the television or radio to catch the commentary whenever they play but it has been some years now since I relinquished my season ticket and I can no longer think of myself as a true "supporter".

However the past weekend has been a sickener for every Spurs fan. I've felt empty and miserable. What Spurs have achieved this season has been beyond expectations and the team and coaching staff deserve great credit, but to come so close to finishing above Ars*nal and being pipped at the post in such a limp manner is galling. The food poisoning saga is unbelievable but even if it had not happened we may still have lost to an energetic West Ham side keen on spoiling the party.

Meanwhile in the red and white side of north London it's all pats on backs, smouldering arrogance and more cheese than Dairylea. Maybe I have got a chip on my shoulder but frankly I don't give a hoot - it's been deep-fried in special Spurs fat and looks juicy and golden. Maybe in the coming seasons Spurs will end this long period of being the bridesmaid and will finally come to the wedding dressed as a foxy bride wearing lacy undies. What a lovely thought.

Well, thank you soothing Blog for helping me let off some bad air. This past weekend has reminded me that whatever may happen I'm a Lilywhite and love the mighty Spurs. So let's drink to the future; an England World Cup final win and some magic from the magnificent Ronaldinho in the Champions League final. And, of course, Spurs for the Champions League in 2008. ¡Vamos!