I am posting this a day late because I’m just so stunned and thrilled at how a very difficult day (a doctor’s appointment going off in a completely different direction to the one I was expecting, leading to me needing to have some difficult conversations) could end in such an exciting evening.

It was almost too much to bear really – the match preps going much as usual except that my Spurs mug was in the dishwasher first thing so I couldn’t have my FIRST drink of the day in it, in fact I didn’t get to sup from the famous double-winning mug until lunchtime. The team shirt was specially selected from my extensive collection of said items as the shirt we (the team that is) wore on the last time Spurs beat our bitter rivals, which was, as anyone remotely interested in football will tell you, a too long eight years and 21 games ago.

In a conversation about the game with DM at lunchtime, I said that I fancied us to put paid to the demons that have plagued us against the ARSE in the past. I did not for a single moment consider that we might give them a complete thrashing (5-1 to anyone from Mars), but that’s exactly what happened.

Gus Poyet said that he didn’t need to motivate the players or to give them any advice other than go out and win so that’s exactly what they did – they played their socks off and really did the business for us. It was truly fabulous to watch. The whole thing. It put a completely different complexion on things for me.

Now then, all together now (in the inimitable words of Chaz’n’Dave # “Spurs are on their way to Wembley, Tottenham’s gonna do it again, they can’t stop them, the boys from Tottenham, the boys from White Hart Lane” Tra la la.

Who needs mushrooms to find magic? (See I know you were wondering where the link was!!!)

Mind you, last year I think I'd have been glad of some magic mushrooms - we were experiencing the local residents association for the first time!