Well it ended almost 'Spursy' in disappointment. Except that is wasn't Spursy, not at all. I could be all bitter and twisted about that severely dislikable club, but quite frankly, they're not that important
I stood in the stadium looking at red shirts all around, and noticing the various countries that they came from, and thinking that must have been a huge bandwagon they came in on. Then I turned around and saw ours. They too were from around the world, but these people did not choose our club, as so many of ours say, our club choose them.
No trophies, no bragging rights, no entitlement or arrogance.
There was however the the promise of the great man, 'An echo of glory.'
People say that I am lucky to be a season ticket holder, and to get tickets for every game. But like a lot of you, I was working so hard at the time, that I didn't realise how lucky I was.
I don't however, believe that I am a better fan than those who don't go. I have seen videos of fans around the world celebrating THAT goal, at some unearthly hour of the night, indeed I have a mate in OZ who gets up half an hour before he goes to bed to watch the games, properly shirted up, and all.
Over a very big jug of Sangria last night, we trotted out the old chestnut, 'if I told you in August etc.' and you all know the answer to that one.
The adversity that we overcame this year is well documented in the media, no actually, it is not, it is most definitely not well document by the bloody media. But we did something heroic this year, we know it and that will do for me.
One of the things I love about Spurs is the blokes who have been going as long as I have. Some I chat to, some I say hello to, and some I am just on nodding terms with.
But in Manchester and Amsterdam I danced around the seats with,them grabbed and hugged them and got lost in the madness with them.
In Madrid I saw a few before the game and we all knew that this what what we had searched for since we were robbed in'62.
It didn't end well but lately, in Cup Finals, it never does. We now have reached a point where brave and probably, difficult decisions must be made. It is the threshold of the fabled 'next level.' We have now all the tools, the man, the stadium and the Chairman, whatever you think of him. But It must rest finally, with the owner.
He may be remote and almost surreal, but as far as I know it is not oil money, nor stolen from a country's people, no vanity project,no rampant egotism nor the blood money of a despotic dictator.
It could be worse but it could be better. Step up Joe, now is the time.
But down here among the hopeful, it is those that we nod to, that will sustain that most intangible of possessions, our club.
