Last sort-of football related post for the weekend.
Ok, not even slightly sort-of.
Firstly, and not through even slightly gritted teeth, congratulations to Liverpool. I can’t pretend that they didn’t deserve something out of this season, I’d just have preferred it not to have been at our expense.
Secondly, last night, as one of about two people in the bar Hel and I were in who was wearing a Spurs shirt, I attracted a little attention, some sympathy, but crucially some really nice conversations with fellow football fans, including, to my surprise, a couple of Arsenal fans, who were almost annoyingly lovely, complimentary, conciliatory.
Which made me feel a bit shitty for being pleased that Chelsea beat Arsenal on Wednesday night, but there you go. Sometimes you meet people who are nicer than you.
And, independently of each other, they both said that they admired what Spurs were doing, the progress they had made, and, they thought, will continue to make.
Which I think, I hope, is true. And knowing how my brain is wired, it made me think of this rather fine cover version from my favourite tribute album:
Grant Lee Buffalo – We’ve Only Just Begun
More soon.
A History of Dubious Taste 