Welcome to the New Season, Spurs.

This evening I went to Roppongi to watch the first game of the English Premiership season, Sunderland V Spurs. What a waste of time and money. Not only did Spurs lose, but I missed half the game due to technical difficulties.

I got to Legends Sports Bar (a gaijin favourite) and forked over four quid for a beer. Then a glance at the menu persuaded me to by some fish and chips at another seven pounds. The match had better be worth it.

Only the match never came on. The station they had it on had changed the schedule, but no worries, the Hobgoblin next door is showing it instead. Thanks for telling me 15 minutes into the game. So I polished off my beer and food and went next door and stood by the bar. I seemed to be the only punter interested in the match. Too much gossiping and not enough football spectating.

The picture quality was awful. It was like watching an old match from the 70's on YouTube without the colour. And the guy standing in front of me kept getting in the way and as I grew ever more pissed off with what was (or wasn't) happening on the TV I felt like saying "Sorry mate, you're a good looking chap and I could look at the back of your ginger head all day, but not while the football's on Okay, mate."... but instead I just suffered in silence.

Then about 60 minutes into the match the TV cocked up and we started watching Celtic. Celtic are really popular in Japan at the moment because of Shunsuke Nakamura, but I came to see a Spurs game. Eventually the Tottenham match came back, but four times it flicked to the Celtic game again and each time I wished I was at home on spurs.co.uk hitting f6 over and over again... the coverage would've been ten times better.

Then, Sunderland scored, seconds from time. I walked out before finishing my pint. Nearly got knocked over by a Sunderland fan screaming his head off and jumping up and down like a tosser. Felt like lamping the cunt, then there would've been a proper English bar brawl to add to the English pub theme.

I can honestly say that was the most aggravating few hours of my time in Japan. More so than the toilet incident up Mt. Fuji, more so than being spat at by an old man.

Welcome to the new season, Spurs.