Here we go again

17th, 17th, 1st.

Why not?

Seriously though, an abomination of a season that had many of us questioning our existence. We survive no thanks to the woeful mismanagement. ENIC kids still want us to believe they are different. Promises are nothing without actions, but activity has kicked off already as we seek to correct the ills of recent years. Can we?

Could we?

Mad how football has you making shit up inside your head. Impossible little fantasies. The club has the foundation, the platform but they’ve ignored it for a decade and some. So, here we go again, that hope that often murders you makes football what it is. No pain, no gain right?

Defenders in. Lots more required on and off the pitch. But first, the distraction of the World Cup to ease us into post-season therapy.

I’ve renewed my season ticket. Because I belong to this fantastical mess of a football club. I’m looking forward to the new season. Just how bonkers is that statement. After everything we’ve gone through, perhaps Levy going and two 17ths on the trot IS the reset we needed. The reality that if you’re really shit at running a football club you can almost destroy its very essence.

This past Prem season was one of the worst ever in terms of drama and quality. An underwhelming title race, won by default, by a team that history will barely remember. Topped off by a pen kick that has travelled beyond the moon by this point. I did not expect an end of season cake let alone a cherry on top of it.

But as for us, and our present and future? Those owners begging for our loyalty.

We can’t truly control them controlling OUR football club.

We’re spectators. Supporters.

We are ever present. So let’s crack on with it again. From a cup parade to almost playing Championship football. Only Tottenham can produce this ilk of content.

Up the Spurs.