Following a long day – conference to organise, emails and work calls to sort, I stepped on a train to go and meet Colin to watch the second leg of the League Cup semi-finals. We were at a disadvantage, going into the game with them with two away goals tucked under their belt and the second leg on their home turf.

Rumour has it that Sarah’s lucky pants were buried under the centre spot at the Emirates Stadium, to make sure that extreme misfortune came their way whenever the Spurs went to visit. It was done by the stadium’s constructors who are all loyal and true to the Spurs. After a conversation in the Bell and Hare to discuss fully the implications of the situation, Sarah agreed to send her clean, freshly laundered lucky pants to the contractors and they did this for the great cause. The man who laid the pitch wrapped them in a Tottenham scarf and buried them at the spot where the ARSE kick off every week.

So, today, we (Spurs that is, not actually me, yours truly) went to the Emirates Stadium. At the risk of ending up in a few years time with egg on my face, what sort of greed do you have to display call their ground after their sponsors? Talk about no scruples.

Anyway, we watched the match in a pub full of Spurs fans at Liverpool Street station. It was heaving and the crowd were as noisy certainly as the Paxton Road stand, and maybe even as much as the Shelfside!!! (Sorry – in joke.)

Unfortunately, after a spirited match, with us accrediting ourselves well enough to force extra time, our new ‘star’ made a big mistake, planted the ball at the foot of a Gooner and the rest is history. So, glory in the League Cup was not to be. BUT we live to fight another day and on balance, if it’s a choice of the UEFA Cup or the League Cup. I know which I’d prefer.

So, is the story true about Sarah’s lucky pants? Well, you’ll just have to go to the Emirates and dig up the centre spot if you want to find out won’t you? Sarah knows the truth and so do I…….and BOY, I hope she doesn’t hate me forever for telling this story.

Last year, I was unlocking my future.....or so I thought!