Ah, the hubris of summer. Cast your mind back 12 months, as we basked in the afterglow of Bilbao. Who among us didn't assert that seventeenth had been an aberration, never to be repeated? Things could only get better, couldn't they? The trauma of what followed thereafter - a cataclysm averted by a paper-thin margin - should perhaps lead to a tempering of expectations this time around. But this is Tottenham Hotspur, and we'll have none of that drab sobriety around here.

Because the truth is simple: preseason isn’t for us - and in all honesty, it shouldn’t be. It should be for coaches. For fitness. For rhythm. For preparation. Not for fans. Not for content producers. Not for the machine.

It all started on the preceding Monday. Tracy and I arrived back from the UK in time for Spurs pre-season tour in Sydney and were still suffering the effects of jet lag. We’d agreed to join a Spurs community engagement event at the Sydney Fish Market - a tour of the brand new $750 million facility with Ledley King. The club were keen to be seen to be taking an interest in the culture of the city and the whole thing was set up for their social media content creators to capture

Do the people running Tottenham actually understand what this club means to the people who carry it?

In so many ways, Spurs and Arsenal fans are basically the same people. We grow up on the same streets, go to the same schools, work the same jobs, drink in the same pubs. North London and Hertfordshire aren’t divided by culture or class — they’re divided by colours.

We must currently have the worst forward line ever to don our beloved colours!

Another week, another dreadful refereeing performance. This time from Jarred Gillett. Bloody Aussie. Strewth!

This coming weekend us Spurs fans have our very own dystopian dilemma when Arsenal travel to West Ham on Sunday. A win for West Ham significantly changes the dynamic at the bottom of the table and suddenly makes our position perilous.

There’s another side to the Spurs fan experience that reveals itself on social media in what I describe as the ‘democratisation of opinion’. On the whole I believe it’s a good thing that we can all join in the debate so easily, but the consequences are not always positive.

A dive into personal fandom exploring what motivates us to care so much

You don’t need me to tell you that in less than 12 months we’ve gone from the euphoria of Bilbao to at best a face-to-face encounter with the grim reaper of the EFL Championship or, depending on when you read this, the realisation that for the first time in 49 years Tottenham Hotspur will no longer be competing in the top flight of English football.

Put simply, everything always turns to shit unless you make sure it doesn’t.

The legend that is Steve Perryman is our record appearance holder. He played an astonishing 866 times for us between 1969 and 1986. Perryman was indispensible to both our successful 1970’s and1980’s teams, each of which brought home three major trophies.

It was at that moment that a lightbulb went on in the otherwise dim space between Vivienne’s ears and the future destiny of the club was determined. Rising to her feet and striking her best Hannah Waddingham pose, she proudly announced a new direction for the club. “Vinai, my darling, I’ve got a great idea. A strategy whereby we can win the league without having to invest all that money that we’d rather keep for ourselves. We simply need to be competing in a league that no

Argentina sits third in the list of non-UK countries that have provided first team players for Tottenham Hotspur, behind France and Brazil. Whilst it is not top in terms of numbers, it surely is in terms of the cultural influence on the club.

Three favourite memories of supporting Spurs in the chaotic 90's.

Tottenham supporters have spent twenty five years asking the same question. Why does this club always fall short when it matters most?

More 90s thrills to share with you as we rekindle some of the joys of supporting Spurs in a chaotic decade…

They were crazy, high octane days. The adrenaline rush of for example taking the Northbank, Highbury for the first time was almost palpable.

A heartwarming reminder of the 90s and why we love Spurs.