Here comes the Son
Spurs 0 Ajax 1Underwhelming. It’s a pretty strange sensation to find yourself subdued during what was arguably our biggest game in recent memory. Me, you and the players. The lot of us, in stasis, with little to take from it. Not that the fans didn’t give. The noise, my word the noise, prematch had more electricity than a peak Nikola Tesla experiment. Then it happened. Nothing happened in fact. Ajax, sexual and positively erect with fluidity and motion, were jaw droppingly good. There was a spell of possession from the club from Amsterdam that had me so paranoid, I believed we were going to be dismantled faster than a tourist smoking strong weed in a cafe by a canal. Yes, Tottenham are bare bones. I hate having to...