24 hours after the event, I'm still buzzing from the West Ham v Spurs match. I just can't stop smiling and after their fourth consecutive win and scoring four goals in three of the last four games, I can't wait for the next match.It was only a league game but to me every game is a cup final. To West Ham fans, Tottenham are their rivals, like Arsenal are to us. In the same fixture last year, it was the last day of the season and eight of our players went down with sickness after eating lasagne at a hotel. The game was a crucial one as a win would have ensured our place in the Champions League. Despite desperate attempts to have the game postponed due to the situation, West Ham wouldn't budge so the game had to go ahead with half our team ill. Unfortunately and not surprisingly we lost the game and so finished in 5th spot, which put us into the UEFA Cup competition. It was a real blow considering we'd been in fourth spot since the previous December, but it was still a fantastic achievement.
Bye Bye Wet Spam
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Anyway, back to yesterday....The Hammers played exceptionally well in the first half and went 2-0 up despite Berbatov having three clear chances to score for Spurs. Their keeper definitely kept them in the game. In the second half, the lads upped their game and after a dashing run into the box by Lennon, he was brought down by Bowyer and the referee correctly pointed to the spot. Defoe took charge and made Green dive the wrong way to bring the score to 2-1. Spurs equalised in style when 'Berba' crossed to Lennon who somehow knocked the ball into the path of Tainio off the side of his boot in mid-air, who then sliced it into the right side of the net. West Ham then made a substitution: Bobby Zamora (a Spurs reject). They won a free kick taken by the impressive Argentinian Tevez, which found the head of Zamora to make it 3-2 after 85 minutes. My head was in my hands at this point; I thought all our hard work getting back into the game had gone to waste. However, how wrong I was? 17 year old French kid Taarabt came on and made an immediate impact. A surging run forced a foul against Ferdinand and so we had a free kick right on the edge of the penalty area. 'Berba' placed the ball down and then as casually as you like, gently curled it into the top left corner of the goal. 3-3 at 89 minutes. Wow! I couldn't believe it. But what followed was even more unbelievable. There was five minutes of injury time to play and it was almost up when the Hammers got into our box with our players defending desperately, ending up with Tevez missing the goal by a whisker. Phew! They pressed again for a winner, but YP Lee managed to intercept which lead to a five on one break. The ball was fed to Defoe on the half way line who went for broke, shooting across Green, only to be parried to Paul Stalteri who had continued his run up the pitch. He slotted it
into the open goal to make it 4-3. OMG! What a feeling - a rare one at that. Things like this only usually happen to Man Utd! I was so ecstatic I ran round the room and then jumped on John and kissed him. The buzz I get from a winning game of football is crazy - I couldn't live without it.
