I’m not known for intelligent decisions (this sentence can
only end well, right?), so in future I’ll check if I have any MAJOR deadlines
less than 48 hours after I’m due to return from a 12 hour trip to Norf Laandon.
Having to get up for Uni on four hours sleep is what can only be described as….
Painful!
Oh, Tottenham Hotspur, the things I’ll do for you.
So, what exactly happens when two introverted Creative
Writing students head off up country to watch a football match? They have a
f*cking great time, that’s what.
Okay, I’ll admit I showed a fairly typical Spurs fan’s
response to watching our defence crumble and concede twice within seven minutes
and basically burst out with OMG I’VE ACTUALLY SPENT OVER £100 ON THIS TRIP TO
WATCH THESE TOTALLY INEPT BUNCH OF C-UNITS GET COMPLETELY F*CKING ANNIHILATED
BY A SIDE WE SHOULD COMFORTABLY BEAT oh it’s okay we’re level at half time.
Although, saying that, the passing was atrocious during the
first half and our lack of ability to defend made it look as if we could easily
have been dead and buried within twenty minutes. In fact, our best games this
season have often been when we’ve just managed to keep the ball at the other
end, but unfortunately tonight without the magic of young Harry Kane it didn’t look
as if that would be our prime tactic.
But we did look dangerous at times! The added pace on the
wings from promoting Rose into a more attacking slot made a huge difference,
and had it not been for having a clearly low on confidence Soldado leading the
line, we probably would’ve been ahead at the interval.
Spurs managed to kill the game off after scoring twice early
in the second half, and from then on the match began to fizzle out and we could
all start looking forward to welcoming Leicester City to The Lane in the next
round.
We left the ground a few minutes early and thankfully,
having chosen to get (very briefly, thank god) lost before the game rather than
after, we had a much smoother trip home than last time.
In fact, I genuinely look back on the last time we came with
affection. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t ever want to be walking aimlessly round
an area of London that doesn’t have the greatest reputation again anytime soon,
especially late at night. It was one of the most terrifying situations I’ve
ever been in, but in equal measure it made for a half decent story to tell when
we got back home (And what is life without a good story?!).
And in all fairness I don’t blame my cousin for being amused
at having to provide her sofa-bed after we’d turned up at her door, looking as
if we were about to collapse, at midnight.
But this time was a lot more straightforward - well, bar
showing ourselves to be complete amateurs when it came to handling the absolute
rugby scrum on the peak hour tube. As well as resisting the urge to talk back
to the somewhat easily-irritated late night staff pretty much everywhere we
went.
But all in all – a faackin’ quality trip, son! Bring on the
League Cup semi next week.
