Roll up, roll up. Please give a rapturous welcome to Harry Redknapp's famous Flying Circus.
Witness simultaneous Bungee Jumping by the whole squad from out of the Den of Wolves to the top of the Colin Bell stand.
Observe the world famous ex-clown Heurelho Gomes;
Regard the prowling tiger Wilson Palacios;
Behold the human projectile Aaron Lennon;
Observe the World's nearly Tallest Man Peter Crouch; The Stiltman who doesn't need stilts.
Clock the troupe of ball juggling Croatians;
Clap eyes on the Fighting Cameroon, Benoit Essou-Ekotto:
Eyeball the Flying Michael Dawson and his lovely assistant Sebastian;
Discern the human heavy roller Tom Huddlestone;
Spot the disappearing Irishman;
Catch a glimpse of the Welsh Boy Wonder;
Identify the fugitive Russian;
Make out the Fill-A-Skip heart-throb;
and our own, our very own Jermain Defoe the illusionist who conjures goals out of thin air.
No but seriously folks, our best team performance since Liverpool, including Wigan. We saw off the challenge of Man.City possibly terminally and in some style. Mark Hughes' arrogance in trying to swashbuckle away from home against the team that swashes its own buckle best against opposition that tries to take us on may have dealt a fatal blow not only to his team's ambitions but his own. One win in eleven is not likely to impress his Abu Dhabi masters.
He ignored the threat of Lennon by playing Robinho, not known for covering his defender and handed him the freedom of the right flank. Little was done to protect Sylvinho even when he was being driven to distraction by Aaron who wreaked havoc from the off.
On the other flank, Kranjcar, who gave us balance, scored two and could have had more. We didn't rely solely on the long ball to Crouch who was excellent for the first time since his hat-trick and he found his team-mates with his flick ons. Dawson was solid at the back and made another serious application for the vacant post of captain with the long term injuries to Woodgate and King and the fleeting appearances of Keane.
The third goal sums up the whole match. Three Man.City defenders advanced in a line to cut out the short corner by Kranjcar. He was ignored by them all as Lennon slipped the ball between them and he then performed the old schoolboy trick of pushing the ball past a static and mesmerised Adabeyor, ran round the other side and then nutmegged Given for his second goal.
If we could shoot we might have challenged the Wigan performance: Kranjcar, Defoe, Crouch, and Huddlestone all wasted good opportunities and all three goals were scored virtually from within the six yard box.
And so to Blackburn. Which phase of the bungee jump are we on? Buoyed up by this performance we should win but Stoke and Wolves suggest caution. Blackburn have got 15 out of their 19 points at home and conceded only 7 goals in seven games. A draw wouldn't be a disgrace but I am taking us to win and score two or three.
Last season Palacios was sent off and we then fell to two late goals having led. Chimbonda may face Lennon and David Dunn is unlikely to play. We are mentally stronger now, oh yes we are, and have the quality and the momentum to win this one. Lawrenson plays safe and predicts a draw, but, like Spurs, I'm on a roll so I am going for 2-0 to Spurs.