Last night we were under the kosh for periods - but we didn't panic. We put our foot on the ball and started knocking it about (OK, there was also lots of lumping it to the big fella, but I'm trying to ignore that). I don't think any of our midfield were particularly on their game, but they did enough. Defoe got bullied and Crouchie was... well Crouchie. No, what won it was the magnificence of the back 5. Ledders and Dawson - immense. Fabio must surely take both to South Africa. Kaboul - solid, brave and against all odds managed to avoid being sent off. My personal hate figure at left back was occasionally left wanting positionally, but got stuck in and made strong tackles when he needed to. Gomes - I can't think of another keeper in the world I'd rather have right now.
Despite me screaming for Harry to swap Huddlestone for Palacios and Crouch for Gudjonssen for much of the last half hour, he stuck by his men and got the result. Shows what I know! Does it feel as good as winning the FA Cup? Hmm - it's close. I'll say this though, it bloody well will should Fulham manage the impossible on Sunday, that's for sure. Third place at the expense of those lot would just about put me into football utopia!
Here's a celebratory graphic for your amusement...
(thanks to Spurs Club regular Martin Gibbins)
