And so to the derby, which gets no less nerve-wracking with the passing of the years. I almost always profess my fear and pessimism prior to the game, which stands me in good stead whatever the result turns out to be.
But I do think itâ€™s going to be a tough one. Under Pocket Tony, Spurs have become a lot better defensively and theyâ€™re clearly harder to beat (two things that seem plain wrong to type next to the word â€˜Spursâ€™).
I read yesterday that theyâ€™ve â€˜onlyâ€™ let nine goals in, but weâ€™ve only let eight goals in, so weâ€™re no slouches in that regard. On that basis can we expect a low-scorer? Who knows, but I donâ€™t think it will be 5-2.
Our defensive league form seems all the more peculiar given our expert resemblance of a sieve in all other competitions, where weâ€™ve conceded 14 goals in six games. Consistency of back four will have helped in the league, but today weâ€™re definitely without Bellerin and possibly without Koscielny.
Iâ€™m not really worried about their replacements. Gabriel didnâ€™t play that well in Munich, but he wasnâ€™t alone. And while the general consensus seems to be that Debuchy is gambolling around like a lamb, I think thatâ€™s a bit harsh. Heâ€™ll be better for the games and is improving.
Itâ€™s a strange thing that in a season where weâ€™re competing very well in the league, weâ€™ve already lost six games overall. The worrying thing for me is that we seem to switching off randomly. All three of our Champions League performances and our final Coca Cola Cup match had whiffs of complacency about them or at the least a lack of concentration (though Munich would have blown most sides away). And in the league, it was the same story on the opening day.
I donâ€™t really understand why, but at least – bar that opening day – weâ€™ve been very solid in the league.
Weâ€™ll need to be sharp with the ball today to counter their high pressing and canâ€™t afford to feel sorry for ourselves after Wednesday. Giroudâ€™s mini purple patch will help and he needs to impose himself today.
But now I’m blathering. A sure sign that derby day is upon us.
Come on your rip-roarers!