Spurs – The best darn soap opera there is

There must be a football God (or Gods) chortling each week for the roller-coaster ride he (or she) puts us through. I can think of no other rational explanation for the continued high drama surrounding this good, longing to be great, rich, longing to be filthy rich, storied, longing to be legendary North London club.

So on the night—at the exact time—that Spurs produce a victory that, given the context (only third time in nearly six decades that we have made the final 8 in Europe’s top competition) could be argued is the club’s best moment in a generation (Bale. Inter Milan. I know. But this is a better side) the three-time holders flame out on their home pitch, culminating a horrific sequence of games that eliminated them from their domes...