Another look back at the shocking (it did feel like I was being electrocuted whilst watching) performance of Spurs away to Inter in the second leg. Skin of teeth stuff.​

Spurs away to Inter in the cup. Why, why do you do this to me oh faithful Lilywhites? Why?​ Why do I even bother asking. This is Tottenham.

That first leg tie with Inter, woof. A glorious dismantlement of the opposition. The most gutting aspect for us was not scoring more than the three goals we got. Moon on a stick football. However, complaints are few and far between, especially with taking a clean sheet to Milan where we hope to scribble something about the quarter-finals on it.

​The Nerazzurri arrived in N17. They run out onto the pitch. Then they we're dismantled, boxed up and sent packing to Italy faster than you can say Gareth Bale. Black and blue, indeed. This was easier than getting behind Arsenal's back four. The Italian club disinterested from start to finish. That's not to say Spurs we're not emphatic across the 90 minutes. No cruise control from us. Assured desire to win the game and put the tie to bed. Dismissing the possibility of a crazy night next week away, it looks like the job is done. And dusted.

Wasn't always pretty. Wasn't always tidy. But it had its moments. A fair few of them on reflection. Be it for our inability for the clean crisp pass during a progressively frustrating first forty five and Lyon's reluctance to attack with more pomp we kept that momentum and belief going all the way to the wire and edged it with seconds to spare. Even with the early conceded (and badly defended) Lyon goal giving them plenty of time to seek out a killer second we kept our heads up and kept going.