I got last minute ticket for the game yesterday and my god, this club puts you through the fucking wringer!!
For large swathes of the game our movement was too slow, there was a hell of a lot of passing sideways and while they didn't threaten a lot, neither did we. The second half we looked a lot better and you thought after the equaliser we'd go on to win it, especially with the Dier header- all their fans seem to be talking about their keeper, yet that was one hell of a save... Then after another corner (we didn't handle those corners well!) the penalty and the sinking feeling..
As the game went on my belief was slowly draining, we'd been pedestrian at times, but the subs for us made the difference, Son did get himself in serious positions which turned the game for us.
When that winner went in there was utter pandemonium, the ground was literally in uproar, I left the East Stand and headed towards Seven Sisters and there was a huge police cordon around the back of the South Stand and there seemed to be a fair few chants of '2-1 and you fucked it up' but the feeling of fans going back was elation and relief. I don't think I have felt so drained by a game of football for a long, long time.
I think something has to be said for our will to win and the fact we had the character to turn it around. However, we have to find more guile going forward and we need to transition defence to attack much quicker, that is possibly where we're missing Alderweireld or maybe there's a little inbalance in numbers where we don't seem to be able to stretch teams enough when we're attacking.
It wasn't a great performance but to turn over West Ham like that was a joy.