We are suffering now.
But like life it's only temporary.
The Jimmy G2 Column.
.Some of my favourite words apply here. Take'debacle' for a start in which Lloris and Trippier have a starring role, particularly Lloris, nut-megged for the first and failing to take charge for the second.
As a 15 year old in the 50's I was taught never to pass back between the posts and 'when in doubt hoof it out'. What have we achieved in the meantime in pursuit of the God 'Progress'?
'The Vicissitudes' of life' is another applicable favourite. Injuries, including the loss of Eriksen who was clearly listening to the Real/ Barcelona Copa del Rey sem-final on discrete headphones for most of the clash with Chelsea.
The Stadium that didn't roar; the pre-season that never was; the signings that didn't arrive all add up to the tale of woe and thrice woe that Tottenham's season is in danger becoming.
The first time in 5 years that we have failed to get a shot on target if you ignore Harry Winks' effort that beat Caballero and hit the bar. Payback for Higuain's effort that hit the post in the first half.
We resisted Chelsea's opening surge and coped but without threatening for the rest of the half. And then the 'fiasco' (there's another) erupted. Alderweireld covering Davies allowed Pedro inside and he scored from close range.
Toby, and Sanchez had done OK until this point which is a bit like saying he had led a blameless life until he murdered his Mother and was executed.
Worse was to come towards the end when Trippier and Lloris conspired to turn mere defeat into shameful ignomy.( there's another).A headed flick on by Giroud caused inexplicable confusion and the rest as they say is best forgotten.
Our record against Chelsea at the Bridge is dreadful, one win in 33 games it is alleged. A third consecutive loss against Arsenal on Saturday doesn't bear contemplating. It would reduce the gap between us to 1 point down from 10 not long ago.
A draw would suffice as a temporary holding measure and allow us to regroup and refocus for the 9 remaining games. Without something positive to grasp our season could self combust.
Although all our nearest rivals did well last night, some winning handsomely, we are still 4 points ahead of Arsenal, 5 ahead of Man.Utd and 7 up on Chelsea who have a game in hand. Normally we wouldn't be worried.
It would be unfair to deny the 'doomsters their moment in the sun and there is no avoiding the fact that a total eclipse is on the cards if we lose to Arsenal. A win and the sun bursts forth in all its glory. A spirited performance reverses the death spiral.
Now I am Internationally famous for finding nuggets of gold in the trash can of defeat but I am struggling on this one. Just before half time we got more control, pressed harder and temporarily stemmed the flow.
Several players were OK including Trippier who saw off Hazard with the help of Sissoko but several went AWOL including Son, Lloris and Eriksen. Davies was his normal average self and what is the point of Moura.
We are desperately short of creativity when Eriksen is elsewhere in his head and Dele is a big miss. Harry Kane needs managing as he seems to play when he likes, where he likes.
Winks gave his usual honest performance but it's a team game and he had little help from those ahead of him. We bolstered Sarri and Chelsea's confidence at precisely the wrong moment possibly to our own detriment.
Third is still on and progress in the Champions' league probable next week. All is not yet lost but Saturday's NLD is even more crucial than usual. Sort it Mauricio; come back Dele all is forgiven.
And as Kurt Cobain said in his suicide note: 'It is better to burn out than fade away. Let's feel the burn Tottenham starting on Saturday.
Jimmy's Video Spot.
I'm sparing you the Highlights of the Chelsea game because I'm a nice person. Here is something to make you feel better.
'Nirvana' which is the state we will achieve if we beat Arsenal, performing 'Smells Like Teen Spirit'. Listen to this and shape up. Things could be much worse.