As the smoke cleared last Saturday afternoon and the last bit of cider was wiped clean from a bar abused by dozens of frustrated Tottenham Hotspur fans, I sat motionless.
"It happened again," I thought to myself. "It bloody well happened again."
For the second week in a row, Tottenham fell victim to the fact that football matches do not, in fact, last 85 minutes.
But Tottenham held the ball for 60 percent possession, limited WBA to just six shots on goal and looked to be starting their home campaign off with a clean sheet—which all came crashing down when Morrison slotted one home in the first minute of extra time.
Are teams even allowed to score in extra time?
Then last week, it was a Norwich City team who held the ball for just 38 percent of the game that rained on White Hart Lane's expectant parade.
Robert Snodgrass—if there ever was a name more fitting to play the villain—took one of Norwich's four shots on goal, put it just out of goalkeeper Brad Friedel's reach and grabbed a point for the visiting Canaries.
Adding insult to injury, the disappointment compounded when Tom Huddlestone was (unfairly) sent off with a red card.
When the final whistle blew, heads hung for a moment. Then, frustrations got the better of everyone at White Hart Lane. Spurs players had to walk into their dressing room surrounded not by a cloud of supporters, but by a chorus of boos.
For two weeks, North London fans have had to endure a seemingly shipwrecked club. Villas-Boas hasn't looked like the knight in shining armor that we all built himself up to be and the misfortune that plagued him at Chelsea is still sticking around, isn't it?
You want to know what I think?
Tottenham Hotspur fans are a spoiled bunch.
(You know you're in trouble when I use your full name.)
Suck it up, North London, and get behind Villas-Boas. Not just because he needs you—which, after his disaster of a season at Stamford Bridge, he does—but because he hasn't deserved it yet.
You're certainly not doing any worse than last year. Sure, you had three points after three matches, but you also had a minus-5 goal differential. This year, with an improved defense and better tactics, you're four goals better.
Also, the offense hasn't done this well at the beginning of the season in recent years. When's the last time your Spurs scored in all three matches to start the season? 2009.
Three bloody years.
The talent Villas-Boas has brought in, even without the promise of Champions League football, is unrivaled. Stealing Gylfi Sigurdsson and Clint Dempsey away from Liverpool? Jan Vertonghen away from Arsenal? Moussa Dembele away from Fulham? Hugo Lloris away from Lyon?
These are some of the biggest names in the world that Villas-Boas is courting ahead of some of the biggest clubs in the world.
Lastly, and this point is the weakest of them all for a sports article, but give Villas-Boas a break, guys. Show him some grace. He was in a lose-lose situation at Chelsea—stuck between a rock, a hard place, billionaire bimbo Roman Abramovich and a clubhouse with more arrogance than an Ernest Hemingway novel.
Villas-Boas needs to regain the confidence he had at Porto, and that's only going to happen with winning. How will Spurs win? By taking the training pitch on Monday and Tuesday and every other day with confidence. How will they do that?
By not hearing North London moan and groan just because they haven't hit their full stride yet.
If this were happening in October, that's one thing—Tottenham and Villas-Boas would have had more than enough time to play together and jell as a team.
Griping about it now? Try being a Liverpool supporter.