I'd 6-0 be a Tottenham fan right now.

Apologies for my tenuous title but when you get punned into the dirt it is never forgotten. So any chance for redemption must be taken, even if it doesn't really make sense.

My underlying point is that Spurs were given a mighty whooping at the weekend which, despite being dealt at the hands of Man City's mercenaries, is a lovely sight to see once in a while. They carried on where Crystal Palace left off with regards to humourous defending and it cost them at least four goals by my reckoning. Admittedly City were downright spendiferous at times (Negredo in particular made Michael Dawson look a complete mug for his goal) but it's pleasant to see such a poor performance from our nearest rivals. The fact that they spent so heavily in the summer really is the cherry on top. And to my Hotspur mates, you may have made a profit in the market, but eight players collectively earn at least twice what Gareth Bale was on so your point is null and void.

Maybe it says a lot about me that I have focused so heavily on Tottenham's pain rather than our own success. Love thy Neighbour doesn't really apply in football though. Our performance was wonderful for me. Not how we played, no. In many ways, Southampton were the better side. But the fact that we never left second gear yet still ran out 2-0 winners. I love 2-0. 2-0 is the embodiment of professionalism. It's not a watery glass of squash 1-0. It's not an opulent hot chocolate complete with marshmallows and whipped cream 5-0. It is a lovely, warm glass of milk on a cold November evening and it couldn't have been more perfect. We once again displayed that classic champion's trait of not hitting the heights we can, yet still winning comfortably. Ah, milk.

Yes Younes Kaboul's gentlemanly behaviour towards a ball across his own six yard box was funny, but Artur Boruc wins slip-up of the week hands down. His attempt at a Cruyff turn was a good reminder of why goalkeepers are goalkeepers. He in fact managed to incorrectly execute three separate skill turns which is great. Anyway Giroud chased him down well and scored one of the two or three goals that such pursuits will earn a forward throughout his career.

Anyway I'm getting kind of bored now but we defended well and the passion Merty showed in winning that late penalty sent shivers down my spine.

We've got Marseille tomorrow at home, a game which will send us through to the next round of the Champions League should we better Dortmund's result against Napoli. I think.

Apologies for tailing off a bit here but it's getting late and we all know that short and sweet is better when things are going well. I may do a preview of the Marseille game. Sleep well Gooners.