It’s been a while since I’ve really been angered by the outcome of a football much. Years back, my weekend would have been completely ruined by Arsenal losing. It was pretty pathetic looking back. But the old demons returned following our defeat to Chelsea.
The old enemies of Spurs and Utd have been well and truly superseded by that bunch from Stamford Bridge. A team who got lucky. They won lottery. Not so much of a club but now a plaything of a Russian billionaire. A club who almost went out of business. A team who were playing to just over 8,000 fans back in the early 80s. A horrible, classless bunch. A leading forward who spends more time winding up the opposition, than trying to score. A manager who needs a huge transfer kitty to compete. A club who hardly ever gives an opportunity to up and coming young players.
See, I told you the demons had returned. But my mood would have been far darker a few years back. Weekends were routinely ruined by a late goal conceded. So I have matured to some extent. You thankfully develop a more rounded perspective.