It was a similar evening to that hilarious day back in May, where we faced Aston Villa at The Emirates, while our neighbours went for an awayday party at already relegated Newcastle United.
Spurs were all but guaranteed second place in the league, and we were about to find out what happy Spurs fans actually sounded like, when the unthinkable happened. Newcastle had a player sent off, and that looked to be that, until the result filtered around The Emirates, that already-relegated-Newcastle had beaten Spurs 5-1, an unthinkable result which had left Spurs THIRD in (a two-horse race) the Premier League. We had done our bit with a convincing home win and once again it was the red half (well…) of North London with the smiles on their faces…
Anyway, last night, we (us) had to beat Aston Villa (Basel), while we had to hope Spurs (PSG) somehow slipped up against Newcastle (Ludogorets), and slip up they did. We came out of the traps all guns blazing (note to self: can greyhounds hold guns? look into it) and it was 2-0 before half time, Lucas Perez scoring twice. Straight after half time, Perez scored again to claim the match ball, then Alex Iwobi made it 4-0 – there was still time for a late consolation goal for the Swissers.
Up at St. James’ Park, oh wait, hold on, at the Parc des Princes, PSG were 1-0 down, came back to 1-1, then went behind again, only for Angel Di Maria to equalise on 92 minutes. The game looked done, but as PSG threw everything forward, Edinson Cavani looked likely to score, only for the Ludogorets keepers to come out bravely to just push the ball away from him. Ludogorets cleared and the final whistle sounded, meaning, by the skin of our teeth that we finally topped our Champions League group.
This could mean we ended up facing Munich again, Dortmund or even Real Madrid, but we’ve beaten all of them before, and with a home second leg, and our current form, you’d not bet against us this year, would you?
Onwards and downwards as we entertain Stoke this weekend. Think of it like that one night over Christmas you REALLY aren’t looking forward to, you know when THAT family comes over for something to eat, you know THOSE ones. That’s Stoke. Let’s feed them all the rubbish food, and beer no one likes and send them home – you never know they might call and cancel before Saturday, lets hope so.