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It would seem after that particular nerve-wracker to swerve rather wildly from reality by suggesting that the Spurs go marching on. Limping on, perhaps, or maybe sputtering to a halt and having our constituent parts stuffed unceremoniously into a sack and dragged towards the finish line by Bale. A less catchy ditty though, what?

On a scale of Bothersome to Tickety-Boo this result is Quite the Cheeky Restorative, what? All rather frantic and wince-inducing by 16.50 GMT for sure, but ‘twas ever thus in the land of Mighty Hotspurs Seeing Things Through to The Closing Credits, and whichever way you dilute, swill, gargle and spit it out a 2-1 away win is a 2-1 away win, and for that we can dashed well click our heels.

Another day, another dickens of a lip-smacking fixture for the good ship Hotspur. Merrily enough, our heroes have spent the week positively sneering at the reputations dandily waved around by opponents who dare share the turf – in particular the reaction to the final whistle on Thursday, when a comprehensive battering of Inter elicited little more than a couple of back-slaps and a business-like march back to the changing rooms, suggests that standards have been raised in N17.

Whereas the pre-match optimism in this corner of the interweb had been based on the fact that our forward line knows a few more trade secrets than that other lot, and were therefore likelier to get the best of the half-dozen goals that seemed likely, winning a game of this magnitude on the strength of a superior defence did have me sipping the celebratory late-night bourbon in a rather thoughtful manner.

We ought to approach this with all the confidence of a bon vivant whistling his way through an extended break in southern French, given that the run of form extends to one defeat in the last umpteen, and we boast in our midst a match-winner so rapidly elevating himself above all surrounding mortals that, if one particular ex-lilywhite pundit is to be believed, he now uses "literally three lungs".

Ah, ‘tis the unmistakeable scent of le grand fromage wafting into town. Oddly enough we find ourselves in the exalted position of being able to do the seasonal double over this lot, for possibly the first time since a wide-eyed and youthful AANP would stare transfixed at the shoulder-feints and mullet Chris Waddle and his mullet feinting this way and that.

Now this is not really cricket, is it? All season Sunderland have hummed around with such innocuous, harmless fluff that we all rather forgot they existed, and a gentle away point (or three) beckoned. Until now. Two days before they entertain our lot they go and beat the blinking champions, and what had not so long ago seemed about as harmless as a neutered kitten is now likely to require cunning and nous and graft and quite possibly He-Man's Sword of Omens.

‘Twas ever thus, against that particular bunch, and AVB can hardly be lambasted for drawing a blank where countless others have done similarly. If anything this was further frustrating proof that this particular Levy-endorsed project is a long-term one, and still at its nascent stages. Teams will set out to defend with their lives at the Lane, Stoke will set out to DESTROY FOOTBALL everywhere, and ‘tis hardly revelatory to note that our heroes rather lack the necessary je ne sais quoi to slice open a defence with a 10-yard diagonal pass so cunning it can conjure up in its right hand the very cravat that surely sat around your neck just a bally second ago.

What ho! AVB has clearly been a good boy this year, with all manner of presents to snatch from the tree and wave excitedly at the parents. Parker, BAE and Kaboul are all at various stages of restored health, and Daws and Bale are apparently fit to go this very afternoon. Our brief bout of Balelessness was not as bad might have been feared, featuring the late debacle against Everton and slow grind against Swansea last week, but our heroes certainly look a lot more mortal without the handsome young Welshman galloping hither and thither, so hearty cheers have been cheered in this corner of the interweb at the news of his return.

Panathanaikos 1 – 1 Spurs

A curious one, that Greek escapade, to the casual observer at least, as our heroes seemed determined to sleepwalk through the entire episode. Possibly considering the whole Europa evening school beneath them following the vanquishing of more illustrious foes in Manchester days earlier, or maybe distracted en masse by that curious ‘Adebayor Power Horse' advertising hoarding that kept flashing up, our heroes determinedly flicked the dial to ‘General Apathy' and half-heartedly ambled their way through the motions – into the lead, back to parity and ultimately rather clinging on somewhat, all the while giving the impression that unless the nearest chum gave a sharp prod they might just curl up into a ball and nap for a few minutes on Greek soil.

At times this week AANP has been reminded of those halcyon days studying for a Philosophy degree through the medium of countless hours (days? weeks?) on Football Manager, when occasionally the inconvenience of a match would interrupt the hours (days? weeks?) spent on the fine art of transfer dealing.

Ah, gloomy hue of disappointment, how I've missed thee. After the dashed unfairness that was Chelski pilfering our Champions League spot with the final act of last season, a couple of months on and our heroes were straight back in the groove, slinking off home with nothing but empty hands and slightly hurt expressions, when they deserved to hold aloft the carcass of a freshly captured point.

It was all slightly akin to a chess game, n'est ce pas? And not one of those awesome chess games either, in which one lad loses his rag somewhat, dashes the pieces across the board and clobbers his opponent with the clock, leading to a mass brawl involving spectators and allsorts. This was one of those chess games in which white thoughtfully strokes his chin for a good seven or eight minutes, before moving his bishop a few diagonals backwards whence he came, prompting black to ponder for four minutes himself, hover his hand over his queen, retract hand, ponder some more, and then move his knight back into its starting position.

With curses duly bestowed to the interweb for breaking yesterday, preventing this from being a more timely posting...

I suppose Adebayor most conveniently matches the e-fit of "Dastardly Scapegoat" that was issued almost as soon as the deed was done on Thursday night – and he certainly made a complete pig's ear of the penalty, but in the occasional moments of sanguinity that have interrupted the otherwise non-stop grump at AANP Towers since then, it has seemed reasonable to attribute both praise and opprobrium where appropriate.

Ah Lazio, adopted Italian team of many a lilywhite who grew up imitating P. Gascoigne Esq., in the playground, and spent their Sunday afternoons settling into the sofa on to hear that chap yell "GoooLLLAAAZZZZZooooo", before seeing Gazza turn four players inside out and then merrily burp into the camera.

Hudd to Stoke

WEEP! Weep - and while you're at it wail and gnash your teeth – for Hudd is a lilywhite no more! Admittedly the veracity of the above does depend on a technicality, as the blighter has departed only on loan for now, but apparently AVB deems him too slow for this post-Corluka era.

What ho! That all happened in rather a flash of Euro gubbins and fuzzy Olympic bonhomie, no? For those still drawing breath at the madness of it all I advise a jolly swift inhalation, for that clattering of hooves without is Season 2012/13, entering stage right at a gallop.

Ave atque vale

Now unless the family monocle is playing tricks again, I fancy things are beginning to look at tad different at N17, for all sorts of reasons - but ‘tis only right and proper to begin by doffing caps and charging glasses in memory of a fallen comrade.

There has been a lot of criticism of the Arsenal defence this season, despite the fact that only Manchester City have conceded less league goals than the Gunners this season. Jamie Redknapp has showed his incompetence as a football pundit yet again in his selection of a combined eleven from Tottenham and Arsenal, published in the Daily Mail.

I've quoted Harry's post-QPR comments about our centre half issues twice already so I won't repeat them yet again. However, it has emerged today that things are going from bad to worse on the injury front with reports that both Younes Kaboul and Benoit Assou-Ekotto could miss the rest of the season.

After a first half as ragged as the stream I was watching, Spurs muddled through against impressive Stevenage thanks to two superb goals by Jermaine Defoe and a generous referring decision. And that's good enough for me. Playing lower league teams, that's the way it so often is. Don't really know why something in the back of the team's collective psychology that knocks them out of their rhythm plus the disruptive changes in personnel.

After a first half as ragged as the stream I was watching, Spurs muddled through against impressive Stevenage thanks to two superb goals by Jermaine Defoe and a generous referring decision. And that's good enough for me. Playing lower league teams, that's the way it so often is. Don't really know why something in the back of the team's collective psychology that knocks them out of their rhythm plus the disruptive changes in personnel.

THFC1882 welcomes back guest writer Kenny Palmer with a preview of Tottenham Hotspur versus Wigan.

A week is a long time in football, as Spurs two contrasting performances highlighted. Heroic in defeat against Manchester City earning plaudits for the character they showed in coming back from 2-0 down to level the scores before losing to an injury time penalty.

Rob Dawson and Mike Keegan, football writers at The Manchester Evening News, has given their thoughts on United ahead of the 2012-2013 season.

Scott the Red: United usually end the season so strongly. What went wrong last season?

Rob Dawson: I've still got no idea. I think if United played that sequence of games 100 times, they wouldn't get a lower points tally than they did last season.

Rob Dawson and Mike Keegan, football writers at The Manchester Evening News, has given their thoughts on United ahead of the 2012-2013 season.

Scott the Red: United usually end the season so strongly. What went wrong last season?

Rob Dawson: I've still got no idea. I think if United played that sequence of games 100 times, they wouldn't get a lower points tally than they did last season.

Goalkeepers Jon Dawson and Jordan Bar kept their sheets spotless in Saturday's 0-0 draw between the Victory and Phantoms at Veterans Memorial Stadium.

Bar led the way with seven saves for Boston, while Dawson denied the Victory on four occasions as the scoreboard was given the night off.

The first half saw both teams struggle offensively, as Seacoast and Boston collected four shots through the first 45.