While it may not be the title, there are still measurable objectives all of us can reach for this weekend. Most importantly, it would be nice to finally ensure a finishing position above your North London rivals by winning at the Lane in front of our supporters.
Even though we dropped four points to them from winning positions this year, it would be a nice little reminder of trajectory to put them in their place, finally, with one week to go.
And now for the "news":
This would have been a perfect game for old Spurs man Clint Dempsey to be part of. He could've mocked Fabregas and Costa with his Clint face as they preened and screamed their ways across the pitch.
Also, I love how this narrative has popped up around us being so much worse than Chelsea in the match because Clattenberg gave us nine yellows and Hiddink fell down. From the first whistle, it was pretty much Fabregas and Mikel who set out to be dirty from the jump, and all signs point to Cesc touching the last flash point off, too. What a loser.
He just needs to put this in the Gooner's own terms. When we finish above Arsenal, we're going to feel like that lot does finishing fourth every year.
It also shows that commitment to a type of play doesn't always take root in overnight success. The bit needs to be developed. This bodes well not only for Tottenham Hotspur in the future as we seek trophies and greater glory, but for Skipjack, too, as he seeks an audience for his jokes.
What have we done to be deprived of this joy? What needs to be done to set this right? Say it ain't so, Kristaps, say it ain't so.