I suppose if the old stadium had to go, victim in a way of Arsenal’s spectacular success under Wenger - and consequent enhanced expectations - it couldn’t have been a better day. The sun shone, we scored four, Thierry got a hat-trick, including the last ever Highbury goals at both Clock and North Bank ends; there was the nostalgic parade of former players, Roger Daltrey (‘who?’), ‘Enry Cooper and Spurs defeat - together with the conspiracy theories and a poisoned lasagne story as questionable as their recent goal here. An appropriate finale. Total closure.

Or was it? I didn’t actually cry, though I was close to it several times during the game – and not just when we went 1-2 down. During the celebrations, Raddy started in his usual confident manner then seemed to choke on the emotion of his memorable Anderlecht goal. There was a lot of obvious sadness amongst those fans who stayed on after the fireworks to the bitter end, to be unceremoniously evicted by the stewards at 7.30pm (no change there then); but I didn’t see a single hankie.

After any death of a loved one, maybe a few tears are needed to complete the grieving process. I know the themes are overused and corny, but perhaps Sinatra’s ‘My Way’, Streisand’s ‘Memories’, Sinead’s ‘Nothing Compares’ etc, over a montage of vintage goal clips (à la BBC) would have given us a therapeutic blubbing opportunity. We’ll have to wait and see whether any unhealed wounds remain. I suspect they do.

Anyway, what the heck! We’re in the Champions’ League at Tottenham’s expense and there’s still Paris to look forward to for those who survived the apparently flawed ballot system. For those who missed out on tickets, there are still around 40,000 tickets additional to the supporters’ allocations, a lot of which will have been allocated to people who don’t really need them (remember how the FA Cup Final ticket distribution used to be?). Those unwanted tickets may cost a bit more (probably a lot more) but it’s a once in a lifetime experience - a bit like yesterday.

So, hopefully, see you all in Paris, and let’s hope that this time there will be tears - but only of joy.