The Yid Army Delivers.

At 4-1 down at home against the Villa who was staring at a TV mumbling profanities and thinking "same old Tottenham"? Yes, I admit it - I was. The Jolometer had firmly swung into the Jol Out zone based entirely on the fact that he had picked Tainio, and the things I was saying about Robinson don't bear repeating. The poor bloke who Setanta alleged had seen enough and was shown leaving on 59 minutes must feel a right twat today - unless of course he only popped out for a piss that is, we never did find that out.

However, when Chimbonda fired home from Defoe's superb rebound the mood of the fans went from one extreme to the other. I don't know about you but I felt a real surge of optimism. I could sense it in all the other Spurs fans in my local boozer and I could hear it coming direct from The Lane every time we got the ball. It's a shameless cliche, but last night I truly believe that the 12th man was the direct cause of us rescuing a point.

At 4-2 and then again at 4-3 the volume and the encouragement seemed to be immense. That urgency clearly rubbed off on and inspired the players - and perhaps even the manager who at last made two substitutions that even at the time I could not find fault with.

And so finally Tottenham Hotspur, usually the recipient of the cruel last minute goal, actually became the inflicter of that special kind of misery and Kaboul - a young man on the road to legendary status - celebrated like we'd just won the Champions League. Along with the rest of us I strongly suspect.

Of course a few cracks have been painted over. Both Zokora and Lennon are sadly lacking in that essential commodity that Gareth Bale seems to have in abundance - "end product". Robbo sucks diesel, Jol's initial team selection proved woeful and our defensive coaches still seem to be practicing corners only twice a week.

But hey - let's stop all the whinging and the disunity for a moment and enjoy what was an absolutely cracking game of footie. Let's savour the drama, congratulate the 30,000 people that made the difference, and remind ourselves that it's nights like that when we're glad we don't support Chelsea.