Tweets, post West Ham v Spurs.

Go on then, I'll bite just for you.

Important three points up for grabs on Monday evening. I can't help but be distracted by the game that follows. It's all about the North London Derby. It always is.

Arsenal's downfall vastly over-exaggerated thanks to the fallacy that perceives them as a club under-performing. They are doing pretty well all things considered. Perhaps they are (under-performing) in terms of gate receipt revenue and the fact they do spend big on players or wages. As it stands nobody has been able to retain a challenge to Manchester United's dogged consistency and the likes of Chelsea and Manchester City are now first port of call for so many players that might have (in the past) ended up at the Emirates.​

Really hope the incident in Lyon doesn't reignite the Y word discussion as a means of deflecting away from the actual cause of all this. That being the actual racist element that continues to remind us of it's existence with cowardly attacks. Although a pocket of Spurs fans being attacked is probably the least of the problems in France. We were simply treated to the fun and games which are no doubt shared out to all those deserving visitors and the ones that live there that fall victim to the prejudice.

Wasn't always pretty. Wasn't always tidy. But it had its moments. A fair few of them on reflection. Be it for our inability for the clean crisp pass during a progressively frustrating first forty five and Lyon's reluctance to attack with more pomp we kept that momentum and belief going all the way to the wire and edged it with seconds to spare. Even with the early conceded (and badly defended) Lyon goal giving them plenty of time to seek out a killer second we kept our heads up and kept going.

Everything from this point onwards will define Andre Villas-Boas’ first season at White Hart Lane. Insightful, that statement isn't. But it's pretty much the reality of the dozen league games we have to play along with the second leg of the Europa Cup game against Lyon (tonight). This is the business end of the season, a place where for the past two years it's been desolate rather than delightful. We’ve come unstuck, a needless trait, and allowed ourselves to stutter and stagnate to the finish line.

It's been just over a year since the 1882 movement was birthed with the aim to support and belong to the shirt, singing hearts out no matter where and no matter what. When The Fighting Cock started this we didn't quite expect so many supporters to be interested in following the youth team with the purpose of showing the kids the same level of committed support as the first team get.

The iconic career of David Bentley.

Lyon, not as good as they once were but also not as ordinary as I believed they would be (based on recent form and one or two journalists reporting a lack of spark with their football). I under estimated them. Spurs side selected was fairly strong too. Pre-match concerns about too much potential rotation dismissed out of hand even though we witnessed five changes (mostly a defensive reshuffle).

Lyon in the Europa League at the Lane tonight and then tomorrow night Bolton again at the Lane in the FA Youth Cup. I'm missing both games, but I'm probably more disappointed I wont be watching the Spurs kids tomorrow.

Gareth Frank Bale is not world class. Reasons cited include the lack of honours won and consistency. The latter comes attached with longevity. There's probably another half a dozen caveats that need to be approved before he can be rubber stamped as better than his most esteemed fellow professionals in the Premier League.

To be honest, the term world class is overused and has lost it's clarity thanks to the difficulty in quantifying the variables (and caveats) to determine a defining conclusion. It's an abstract tag.  Is it truly about longevity at  the very top? Does it still count if you're playing for a lesser side? If you're not winning silverware? Blow hot and cold?

We're a one man team. Funny that. Last time I looked I could see eleven players in Lilywhite with a fair few sitting on the bench.

Hola. Thought I'd just run through the basics for using the comments section on this blog as I get a fair few emails from new and regular readers who appear to suffer the same ilk of dizziness Ramos did when he was offered Martin Jol's job. Actually, no, it's more akin to the type of dizzy spells Jenas experienced every time he wore a Spurs shirt.

Everyone fully recovered from the exhausting bore that was propaganda transfer day sponsored by Sky Sports and fuelled by the inevitable soon to be broken dreams masquerading as hope? Of course you have. We all allow ourselves to be seduced. A one night stand that resembles an orgy, considering how many people tune it to then be f**ked over.

Don't fret. It's going to happen. Levytime. It's all about brinkmanship, there's a strategy to it, it's calculated and Machiavellian. It has to all happen on the last day so that we get the best deal otherwise the opposing club and chairman has all the power. Let them think we're not interested, then...BOOM! We're in there with a last gasp bid which simply can't be turned down leaving us with twenty minutes to agree all the contractual stuff with the player, the medical, payment plan, agent fees and any potential work permits.