Later than expected, the match report for those of you still interested.

My God - what a game. Another night of fun, frolics and madness at White Hart Lane. Just when you thought you'd seen it all with the likes of the 4-4 with Villa earlier in the season, or the pastings handed out to Fulham and Reading over the festive period, here was another one.

Going into the game I really didn't expect very much at all. I mean come on - Chelsea getting back into the title race, point to prove after the League Cup Final..... our dismal record since that game, and generally poor play too. Still, you never go into a game with no hope, so off I went, filled with two very quick pints in the City.

The train to The Lane from Liverpool Street stopped at every, and I mean every, stop. It was also full of Chelsea fans in the carriage I was sat. What a load of rubbish they talk sometimes. Numpties got off at Bruce Grove. Fair enough. You may as well endure a longer walk than absolutely necessary.

We were at full strength with the same squad that had started at Wembley, but surprisingly there was no place on the subs bench for anybody other than the usual. No Taarabt was particularly disappointing in my book.

Having got in just before kick-off I'd missed all the fanfare of the League Cup Final highlights, but it wasn't long into the game before things sprang to life. Piss poor closing down with about three minutes gone, John Terry - read that again, John Bloody Terry! - has acres of room and more time than you'd think possible on the left to cross for Drogba to head in pretty much unchallenged.

Rubbish start. Rubbish.

It doesn't take a lot to get the Chelsea fans going as far as getting gobby goes, but the early goal inspired them to give us some extra stick.

We were struggling to get to grips in the early stages. Chelsea's movement off the ball was causing us all sorts of problems and they were exploiting our inability to close down very effectively.

However, from a goal down (so often the case against Chelsea in recent times) we drew level. A well judged free-kick delivery from Jenas (I reckon his delivery - average though it can tend to be - is still better than Huddlestone's), and there was Woody getting in on the act again to head in the equaliser!

Nice. Just like the Cup Final, except this time Woody jumped above both Drogba and Terry to head home. It was funny watching Terry on the replay, screaming for a foul even before the ball, or for that matter Woody, had come anywhere near him.

Sadly for us it was only a temporary respite. Chelsea continued with their very slick movement and not long after went ahead with a floated shot from just inside the box. This time the pace and accuracy of the movement off the ball confused us at the back and we were nowhere near capable of dealing with it.

Harumph. Cue Chelsea fans getting gobby again.

It was only really in the last ten minutes of the half that we got some grip on the game. Actually, that seemed more down to Chelsea taking their foot off the gas than us shutting down or beginning to control more ball in midfield. All four players in the centre of the pitch for us were having shockers.

As half-time approached, Jenas began to make a run or two and slap bang in the centre of the pitch was hacked down by (I think) Terry. A bad tackle. Ref waves play on. What?! You are having a laugh. Jenas was lying prone, clearly a foul (even with my jaded view) and play goes on. Nuts.

With a couple of minutes left, far worse was to follow. As Hutton broke down the right at reasonable pace, Ashley Cole went in with what can only be described as an agricultural effort.

36000 people in the stands plus those in the dugouts and on the pitch knew it was a straight red. It really was a shocking tackle. Cole absolutely launched himself, off the ground, foot over the ball, straight at Hutton. Now, I reckon Hutton's a pretty hard bloke so to see him lying on the sideline, clearly in pain left little doubt about the intent.

The Spurs dugout was clearly incensed and, most tellingly, the reaction of the Chelsea players - immediately surrounding the referee as if to try pleading Cole's case - indicated without any shadow of a doubt that Cole had to go.

So the ref pulled him over and what did Cole do? Refuse to go at first, as if to say he'd done nothing wrong. Then, when he did go over he turned his back to the referee for a good many seconds. What a complete and utter c$&t.

Yellow card.

You are having a f&%$£&g laugh.

That is one of the single worst refereeing decisions I've had the misfortune to see. Cole's tackle was disgusting and disgraceful. He should be utterly ashamed and banned in just the same manner as Martin Taylor was. Yet because the referee dealt with it the FA can now do nothing. It smacks of idiocy. A tackle that would - not could, would - have broken Hutton's leg had he had his foot planted gets away, effectively with no punishment.

Its a disgrace. One day Ashley Cole will get his comeuppance. W%$*£r.

Tirade over. Not often I get quite so worked up in my match reports so you can imagine how incredulous I was at the time. Even now I'm stunned he got away with it. Its to Hutton's credit that he got on with the game and didn't once aim to get his revenge.

At two-one down during the interval things are not as bad as they could've been. We were poor in the first half and probably lucky to have gone in just one goal behind. While Chelsea didn't force any spectacular saves, or clearances off the line, or hit the woodwork, the simple fact of the matter was that we couldn't cope with their movement. Of course, they should've been playing the second half with ten men which would've given us even more of a chance, but a one goal deficit can always be recovered.

For the start of the second half Jenas was taken off and replaced by Huddlestone. Not sure that it had anything to do with Terry's crap tackle on him late in the half, but the total lack of both creativity and ability to shut down in the centre was hurting us so the thought must have been to get Huddlestone on to at least inject some passing.

We started the half much, much better. Plenty of possession, far better quality of football, and beginning to get Lennon running on the wings, sometimes at that tosser Ashley Cole. Maybe he could draw a second yellow with his pace?

Sadly, what actually happened was that we got caught out on a break and bloody Chelsea scored again. We were hopelessly short at the back as they went forward and, although their movement wasn't as good as it had been in the first half, it was still good enough to open the door for Joe Cole to squeeze one in off Robbo.

Now the Chelsea fans really started giving out. Three-one down, hope starts to drain. But it didn't fade away.

We'd been playing well till that point and the Chelsea third had come completely against the run of play. The spaces were there to exploit and our performance in the second half had been vastly improved. There was hope that there were more goals in this game yet. Oh yes, plenty more goals yet!

As we continued to keep up the pressure, and as Chelsea continued to try hitting us on the break, we won a corner. Huddlestone delivery, Berbatov looping header, Cudicini flaps, another goal pulled back! Come on! This is what we want to see more of.

It was a tremendous header. Looping high over Cudicini who looked like he misjudged it given the way he stammered backwards.

Chelsea began to go defensive. An invitation for us to forge forward again? Yeap. Another corner, this time a Robbie Keane delivery, no decent connection or clearance in the middle, the ball falls to Huddlestone on the right side of the box, and what do we get from Huddlestone? The usual. A lazy looking, effortless, long backlift, and..... wham! The ball flies into the far corner and we're level!

When that boy hits the ball, it stays hit! All of a sudden it was the Spurs fans going mental and giving as good as we'd had to take, and the Chelsea contingent had shut their mouths.

Maybe now we have a chance to squeeze even more out of this game? From three-one down, you'd probably settle to take a point, but with the far better performance we were putting in, there was every chance we could steal the game, and there was still plenty of time left.

Unfortunately the fourth goal (well, seventh of the match) came at the other end. Another Chelsea break and Joe Cole sidesteps a Chimbonda challenge in the box and fires high into the net past Robbo. Ah crap. The Chelsea fans think they've got the game won, and this is a real kick in the nuts after all the effort we've put into the second half.

I stood there wondering whether we had any chance of repeating the scoreline from the Villa game earlier in the season. I even turned to the bloke next to me and said it was a shame Kaboul wasn't on the pitch to repeat his earlier season feat.

Thankfully, we didn't let their fourth goal turn into a sucker punch and continued to come forward. A long ball forward bounced off a Chelsea player right on the edge of the box and Keane, with a bit of space, hit it first time, curling it into the far corner past a fully outstretched Cudicini. GOAL! Four all. Again!

This was a goal of real class. To have the vision and ability to execute a first time hit from the edge of the box and send it flying into the furthest part of the net..... sheer class! And guess what? Not a word from the Chelsea fans as the Spurs contingent went wild!

Bizarrely I stood there thinking - "Hmmmmm..... still a bit of time left here. We could win this."

And we oh so nearly did. A brilliant bit of work on the edge of the box from Keane, and an equally brilliant bit of work by Berbatov just inside the box as he stepped back to get onside, received the ball from Keane, sidestepped a Chelsea challenge exquisitely, and smashed the ball near post.

Bloody Cudicini! Stuck out his right hand and somehow managed to palm it away. Bummer, as that would've just put the icing on the cake!

So, it finished all square at four apiece. Unreal. After the first half performance we put in, and the excellent movement from Chelsea, then going three-one down, only to claw it back, and then concede again..... well, it would be churlish to wish for more, but that very last minute effort..... oh, if only.

Our second half performance was vastly improved. The Berbatov effort in injury time wasn't the only one-on-one. Cudicini saved brilliantly from point blank range earlier in the second half from Keane, when a Berbatov ball over the top from the edge of the box found Keane who took it down brilliantly and in one move had a go at sliding it in. Good save.

On the whole, we did a lot better than I'd expected, and it was great to put a spanner in the works of the Chelsea title bid, as well as shut their bloody supporters up!

One final point is worth mentioning..... Chelsea footballers..... what a bunch of whiny little s%$£s. From Drogba going down (sometimes justifiably, sometimes not) like he'd been shot in the back, wagging his finger, tut-tutting, to Joe Cole berating the linesman, to that dirty so-and-so Ashley Cole. Shocking behaviour and should really be punished, but I doubt anything will happen.

So, onto Pompey on Saturday. If Defoe plays he'll score, no doubt about it! Harry Redknapp's been singing the praises of the Spurs team over the last day or so on the local radio down here. He's clearly trying to play down their chances. Three points for us, of course, would go down a treat!