Justice? What justice?

I don't believe this. I'm still sulking after our un-bastard-believable collapse from 4-1 up with ten minutes to go at Norwich to scrape a 4-4 draw so I come into work this morning having decided to keep very quiet on the subject of football and what happens? I get the piss ripped out of me about it by my soon-to-be evil taskmaster - he's a Spurs fan, for fuck's sake! Spurs - who, let us not forget, got stuffed on Saturday at Crystal Palace of all places. Bloody cheek! Still I suppose opportunities to gloat at others' misfortunes are few and far between if you're a regular visitor to the Lane.