I’m not quite ready to joing the Ange In/Out discourse. I understand the uncertainty heading into this offseason, but only one week has passed since Tottenham Hotspur won the Europa League.
And, you know what, I’m still riding that high.
To me, Spurs were like Sisyphus, condemned to an eternity of pushing a boulder up a hill only for it to always roll back down after nearly reaching the top.
Last Wednesday, Tottenham finally pushed the boulder to the top of the hill. And I fell to my knees.
I almost didn’t know what to do in a love that, up until that point, had consistently rewarded me with heartbreak. I was in sheer disbelief.
Here we are a week later, still Europa League champions. Various renditions of Free From Desire, Waka Waka, When the Spurs Go Marching In and Can’t Smile Without You have been ringing in my head these last seven days.
The deafening roars of the fans singing outside the stadium on Friday and again on Sunday - during and after a 1-4 defeat to Brighton - were remarkable. And the images of Heung-min Son and Ben Davies with the trophy will remain in my memory for quite some time.
That euphoria lifted me the next few days. I spent a hell of a lot of time singing “Championes!” to my friends on the phone, my cowokers and the random two Spurs supporter I happened to come across at the Irish Channel the other night.
Because that’s what this trophy means to me and to so many of us. It means the joy of finally reaching to the top of the hill, and the relief of finally being able to let go of the boulder. And to sing our hearts out.
I’m going to hang on to that joy for a little while longer.
Fitzie’s track of the day: Just Like Heaven, by The Cure
And now for your links:
Telegraph: “West Brom to hold talks with Tottenham’s Ryan Mason over manager’s job”
Alasdair Gold: “Lucas Bergvall and Archie Gray explain exactly why Ange Postecoglou must remain at Tottenham”
The Guardian: “Giovani Lo Celso: ‘Lots happened at Spurs but I’m in the place I want to be’”