Today is a day of mixed emotion.

On the one hand, we see the final competitive football match at the beautiful Highbury. I feel very sad about this. It has been a part of my life and thinking for many years now. I can imagine how sad others are, those who spent afternoons of their childhood on the terraces for example. There is no feeling like that of arriving to the top of the steps and seeing unfold before you the green, velvet playing surface, of hearing the roars of the crowd as the players exit the narrow tunnel. It is an odd place, rising from amidst the North London Terraced houses, suddenly there, mostly unnoticed until you spot a gap and a bright red gate. I was touched to see the interview with Thierry Henry yesterday who said pretty much the same, with what appeared to be genuine sadness and regret. I think we forget sometimes that these places can hold the same emotions for players as for supporters, probably moreso.

Anyway.

It is with this sadness that we also think how important it is to move on. A fantastic new ground just a stones throw from Highbury, a young team, a new season on the horizon, the future is bright as they say.

Before that we need to focus our thoughts on the games of the day. Having successfully managed to poison half of the Tottenham team (you have to wonder on that) both games go ahead and in the balance lies the final Champions League spot for next year. It is unthinkable that we do not qualify to be honest. I can not imagine the first season at Ashburton Grove not featuring European football. We have two chances, finish fourth today (needing Spurs to lose or draw and us to win or draw) or come through as underdogs to beat Barca in the Champions League Final. Let's keep our fingers crossed for both eh?

Tense.