A shadow has lifted from across the souls of Spurs fans. After a turgid spell of just 14 points from 14 games and more opposition clean sheets than an Anne Widdecombe away break, Tottenham are stirring from their late season slumber.
Dark clouds are clearing. Harry Redknapp’s painful flirtation with the England manager’s job is over. Two wins and six goals have materialised in just four giddy days. Even the pantomime villain Sol Campbell has retired. Apparently, it was ‘hard to walk away’. Well, the big girl’s blouse has been losing pace for years.
Sandro is back, thumping his chest like a recently uncaged beast. After a season restrained on the bench and treatment table the Brazilian’s eyes are wild and hungry. In his heart, blood pumps the very spirit of belief. The jet-heeled Aaron Lennon is once more leaving plough marks on the right flank. Dutch master Rafael Van der Vaart has rediscovered his shooting boots while a rejuvenated Luka Modric is again pulling strings and conducting the midfield orchestra.
Welcome back, Tottenham. How we’ve missed you. The infectious grin on the face of Emmanuel Adebayor has returned and been passed on germlessly to the faces of the fans.
Spurs’ 4-1 triumph over Bolton, their first ever in the league at the Reebok, has revived a flagging season. The foundations were built on Sunday with a 2-0 victory over Blackburn, but now a win over Aston Villa this weekend, coupled with a Newcastle loss against title-chasing Manchester City, will ensure at least fourth place. Should Arsenal drop any points in their final games, two Tottenham wins will deliver third. The fortunes of football change like the tides.
There are no certainties. Twists and turns still remain. But the spirit of optimism that accompanied the first half of the season has returned. Take me off suicide watch and take that Smiths CD to the charity shop. I want to see how this season ends.