I started today feeling stressed, guilty and miserable. Stressed because of work, guilty because after spending most of the week away working, I deserted David again today to take a trip to White Hart Lane to see the Spurs and miserable because my 'lucky mug' that I have to have my first cup of tea of the day from on a matchday was in the dishwasher when I needed it.

All supporters have their own little ritual, whether it be lucky clothes - I've heard of shirts, trousers, socks, pants and shoes as all being regarded as lucky. Sarah has a particular shirt and pants. I have the last adidas shirt (I know that probably only rings bells with supporters of Spurs but you'll just have to bear with me on this one). I also have a sweatshirt that's vital.

BUT the day has to start with the ritual of the first cup of tea drunk from the same mug. Disaster struck this morning, when in my tired and stressed state I set the dishwasher going before realising this essential piece of matchday kit was in the dishwasher. I was only calmed by the sight of two magpies on the way to the station (two for joy).

My journey's only hitch was the non-running Waterloo and City line meaning a small detour so I knew that we'd probably have a disaster at the game because of my failure to drink from my lucky mug. We were in the now-infamous Bell and Hare and the chaps who'd been our drinking partners on the day of our last decent sized victory at home were there and struck up a conversation again. We had this long debate about the lucky mug - they all had their own versions of the mug.

Our scorecast bet of a massive £1 (as I've said before, easy money for Ladbrokes) was Robbie keane to score first and then us to win 5-1. Robbie duly did the business, not just scoring once, but three times in an exciting 5-2 win! Yes, 5-2 - on the one hand wonderful - how often do Spurs score 5 goals? The answer to that is VERY rarely. But excrutiacingly close to that 5-1 scoreline that would have made me richer by £150!

Ah well, that was the bad luck was then.....well that's OK I suppose. Especially as if Sarah and I had been in receipt of £150, we might have ended up back in the pub and therefore in the doghouse with our men! Well thank goodness for that!

Anyway, you can just see the club's motto - audere est facere - to dare is to do and we did. Well done the Spurs.