As the last person to leave remembers to flick the porch lights off, close the
back door and slide the key under one of the many overflowing bin bags that've been piling up since
last September- thus saying a fond but hearty fare-thee-well to Tottenham's maiden Champions League
voyage- perhaps now's a good time to look back on the whole remarkable experience and say: well
that was a bit of alright, wasn't it?
Going, going, GomesThis blog sincerely hopes none of you out there are feeling especially
downtrodden or disheartened. Our fate was sealed at 4-0 in Madrid. There may have been a tiny
chance of a miracle comeback, mainly because we're Spurs and it's what we do. But there can only
have been a handful of Spurs fans who could have genuinely said that they thought we'd drag it back
at the Lane.
