Antony Costa, the lumpy looking bloke who used to be in the ‘boy band’ Blue, added to my euphoria as I drove home after witnessing the miracle of White Hart Lane.
He telephoned talkSPORT to complain that Spurs were rubbish and proceeded to trash Luka Modric.
“I don’t know why Modric’s in the team,” he bleated. “I looked it up in Wikipedia and he’s only, like, scored us 12 goals!”
Well, Antony, I’ve looked you up in Wikipedia and it describes you as an actor, so you just can’t trust it. But you’ve got no future as a football analyst either if you think Modric’s contribution can or should be measured in goals.
Another Tottenham ‘supporter’ rang the show to complain: “We’ve got no forwards!”
No, that’s right. None at all. Other than Adebayor, Saha and Defoe. Unless you count the attacking wide players and forward-minded midfielders like Lennon, Bale and Van der Vaart.
And so the London club’s supporters were exposed as whingeing ingrates with a grossly-inflated sense of entitlement. Just like fans of all clubs, in fact, including some of our own.
Astonishingly, even at this blissful moment, in this wondrous campaign, in this soul-lifting three-season romp, there are people who call themselves Norwich supporters who carp and cavil.
There has been a debate on message boards about whether City fans have “a right to boo.” But that is the wrong issue, surely.
Of course people who pay to watch Norwich have a right to boo. Even keyboard warriors who stay at home have a right to boo.
But the real question is why would you want to? Why would you look for negatives at Norwich City now?
It is like winning the Lottery and moaning that it wasn’t the Euro Millions.
Why would you seek something to criticise, when as I write, Norwich are 56 places higher than when Paul Lambert took over?
Why boo, when after being at its lowest ebb for very nearly half a century, the great club in the fine city is now palpably well run, brilliantly managed and achieving epic performances?
And yet, after Norwich had beaten Wolves – I repeat, after a game we had won – somebody abused Steve Morison vilely in the Gunn Club. Chief executive David McNally reacted by saying that current players will not visit the Gunn Club for the rest of the season.
Does the abuser frequently behave offensively in public, towards ordinary members of the public? Or did he think that, as a fan, he had “a right” to launch a verbal assault on a player?
Again, perhaps a more apposite question is why would any genuine supporter wish to decry any of our players this season?
Morison doesn’t chase bad passes or lost causes. But he is sometimes asked to play the thankless lone striker role and he has thumped in nine goals in his first Premier League campaign, three seasons after playing in the Conference.
There has been criticism as well of Elliott Ward, most of it based on simplistic, glib appraisals.
Wardy has been injured for much of the season and was probably hurried back when others also sustained knocks. Then, against Wolves, he played in a back three – and so let’s properly ponder his role in that formation.
As the central player in ‘the three’, Ward was the obvious and frequent recipient of passes, both from goalkeeper John Ruddy and from midfield players under pressure. But, without full-backs, Ward was denied the option of laying the ball off sideways to the flanks. Wolves were working hard to shut off forward options as well.
So, usually, Ward had to attempt a difficult, threaded forward pass or just hump the ball up-field. And, whichever course he selected, there were grumbles from fans.
How did he respond? In the next home game, against Everton, Ward made more clearances than any other player in the Premier League that weekend.
And while we are considering playing with three centre-backs, I could not believe how swift some Yellow Army troupers were to lambast Paul Lambert for using that system at Fulham.
The deployment worked, to some extent, at Chelsea, back in August, and it seemed to me that our manager had a specific reason for trying it at Craven Cottage seven months later.
It enabled him to ease Ryan Bennett into the team without dropping either Ward or Zak Whitbread. Bennett was able to make the step up from the Championship for his Premier League debut with two others sharing his centre-back role.
If you were there, and you have eyes in your head, you will have witnessed the beginning of a very special Norwich City career. Bennett oozes class.
In all my years of watching top class players, I have seen very few defenders with the anticipation, vision and caressing touch to turn interceptions into short passes to team-mates in space.
Bobby Moore used to do it. Franco Baresi is doing it less these days. Gerard Pique can do it, but prefers to carry the ball forward.
Ryan Bennett, our Ryan Bennett, does it instinctively, and has the courage to do it at White Hart Lane against a team which, whatever bleating former boy band members believe, was stuffed full of internationals.
I believe the January acquisition of Bennett and Jonny Howson marked the beginning of the next chapter of the remarkable story of Lambert’s Norwich.
I expect our manager has already presented the club with his list of summer targets. I’d guess that there will be five or six names on the list, all of a similar quality to Bennett and Howson: young men with the talent and temperament to thrive in the Premier League and justify that football cliché about ‘taking us to the next level…’
These are heady days folks. Of course you can boo, if that is your thing.
But me? I intend to smile inanely and chuckle to myself, much as I have been doing since White Hart Lane.