Was at the Tottenham Hotspur Stadium for the game shortly before the first lockdown. Was absolutely gutted. We honestly could have been 3-0 up before they even scored and they couldn't have said anything. Sometimes it just won't go in. That was a game in which Raz didn't exactly cover himself in glory. But he wasn't the only one.
There is no voodoo. There is no obeah, no sticking pins into little dolls of Kev and the Viking. I keep the faith that we'll score, and win, tonight. Apart from anything else, there is no Son, and he always leads us a merry dance. That said, they're playing better as an actual unit than they've done for years. It'll be tight — 0-1, maybe 1-2.