I have returned to the site from a long, and rigorous hiatus in which I've tried to reach inner peace.
Well, I can't quite say it worked.
My biggest conflicts have been recovering from the sale of He Who Shall Not Be Named and the acquisition of Mesut Özil the not-so-great Arsenal.
Mesut Özil has been one of my favorite players for quite a decent time now. To see him walking with that atrocious badge on his chest makes me want to curl into a fetal position and cry. Not like a scared young woman, but like a confused grown man, in the way that ice cream cannot fix.
The run of form has been consoling, but the NLD also put me into a rut.
It's been a tough and beautiful and terrible and wonderful and exciting time for Spurs. But what I do hope is that, through the mire and uncertainty, the club manages through and succeeds.