Spurs 3 Wigan 1

Despite neither John or I not feeling the best (I'd had a sore throat, cough and cold all week, andJohn had an achy head & body), we couldn't waste our £40 tickets by not going to the match today.

It took longer getting through Southend than the rest of the way to the ground, which seems to be the norm on Sundays these days - Lord knows where everyone is going. We met up with Debs, Mick and their mate Craig for a short while before the game but with the showery weather, all of us decided to get into the stadium a little earlier than usual.

I thought the atmosphere seemed weird today - I dunno whether my ears were blocked but everywhere including the roads outside the ground seemed quiet. ???

It was more like a Sunday afternoon kick about at the park in the first half, with little enthusiasm shown and as I had predicted before the game, Spurs went one down. Served them right really - everyone was just standing around ball watching and doing nothing to block the shot being made. Out of the blue though, and just two minutes before the break, Defoe ran onto Berbatov's pass down the left, he cut in skillfully and scored. 1-1. Less than a minute later, Assou-Ekotto released Berbatov down the left flank, who managed to nutmeg Jackson and curled the ball into the top corner with his right foot. Amazingly it was 2-1! Football is definitely a funny game. What a turnaround!



In the second half, Spurs had a fair few good chances. Wigan had theirs too but never really looked as if they were going to trouble us. John placed a bet before the game for a 2-1 Spurs win and whilst it was stuck on that scoreline, everytime they had the ball, John was muttering under his breath: 'don't score, don't score'. It was looking like he'd be claiming his £40 winnings until (would you believe?) 30 seconds from the final whistle when Aaron Lennon scored our third from 10 yards. He was a bit gutted to say the least. Me - I don't care, I'm just pleased that my team earned the three points. This puts us back at tenth in the table. Next week - away to the Arse.