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 Review: Spurs 1 Chelsea 2

Well, what can I say? The day started off brilliant (the Sun was out, and not the paper kind). I got to the ground early, got some food and drinks before the kick-off, at a dedicated Spurs facility (no Chelsea supporters were inhabiting our little corner of Wembley/ pub... thank God, we certainly didn't want any misbehaving or such shenanigans... heavens above!). 

Anyway, the walk up the Wembley way went well; once reaching the stadium we went through all the checks and balances, then we got to our new season ticket seats and sat down, ready and waiting for the performances to start. And it started off well, with the Spurs sound over the speakers. The flags were out (waving madly), followed by the teams coming through the tunnel. Loud cheers from the 73,587 crowd swirling around the stadium. 

Spurs started off well and wrong-footed our guests ('Yes, come on you Spurs,' we all screamed). So far so good, everything going to plan. But then heads just as quickly dropped. Alonso struck in the 24th minute for the Blues. He scored a 26-yard free kick (which made my eyes water, not because it was a good goal - only we score good goals -  but because the bastard went in; excuse my French). One-nil up and disappointment on every Spurs supporters' face. But we battled right up to the whistle. 

Off we all went for our half-time tickles and then back to our seats, discussing all manners of possibilities (for us, and failures for them, could it be any other way?). You are getting the drift of the script. We equalised in the 82nd minute, after a cross from Eriksen, which headed by Michy Batshuayi into (yes, wait for it) his own net. But we weren't going to complain, just applaud that we've equalised. We were on our feet cheering and hugging each other (as one does).

We thought we did it and were just waiting for Spurs to score the winner (after all, we were the better side... and did have 68% possession... so just rewards, we thought). But hold your horses, the script doesn't always go to plan... no! Alonso scored (he who scored their first goal) his second (Chelsea's third, if you count the own goal) and heads quickly went into hands. A Hugo Lloris mistake helped Chelsea on their way; it was over in a blink of an eye.

It shouldn't have happened that way, as we came to see us win our first home game, and after a magnificent (ok, it wasn't that magnificent) win over Newcastle United on the opening - away - game of the season. We piled out of the stadium shellshocked, discussing amongst each other what went wrong (as our feet slowly took us up the walkway to our trains, occasionally stopping as they - they being the stewards - waited for the signal to let a few more through). 

Were we not cynical enough? Maybe, luck does play a part, but it didn't go to us. Oh, well... there is always Burnley!. 

When is that next match? Oh, yes, this Sunday, and we are not going to take any nonsenses, we are going to show our frustration and anger by... by... well, winning of course, you get my drifter. Bring it on!!!!

Don Scully