This feels weird.

It’s nine years since Tottenham Hotspur won anything. In 1999, I sat in a St. Albans pub watching Sky Sports with the Minister’s Wife and Domdeplume and felt every agonising minute of a dreadful match against Leicester City. Allan Nielsen’s winning goal – the only one of the game – went in just seconds before the final whistle, and I erupted.

This afternoon I didn’t make it the 50 yards to my local pub. I didn’t even upgrade our Sky subscription so I could watch the match from the comfort of our lounge. I had the Radio Five Live commentary on in the background but I certainly wasn’t glued to events; there was no cheering, booing, shouting, swearing, pacing backwards and forwards, jumping about or celebrating.

I am pleased that the team and the coach have won. I am genuinely delighted that the club captain Ledley King lifted the trophy – it’s hard to remember a player more loyal to the club since David Howells was run out of town by the inept Glenn Hoddle.

Similarly Robbie Keane has worked hard and played well for six years and deserves his medal, while Dimitar Berbatov is the most talented player to wear a Spurs shirt since David Ginola (a member of the 1999 League Cup winning team). Juande Ramos, meanwhile, has done a fantastic job in a very short period of time; without him, this win would not have happened.

But it’s impossible for me to forget that Martin Jol deserves some of the credit – 14 of the 16-strong Spurs squad today were at the club before he was dismissed – and it’s impossible for me to feel that the club’s current directors deserve any success at all, given the manner in which they choose to conduct themselves.

I can’t properly re-engage with Spurs until Enic and Daniel Levy do one. My hope tonight is that – if it means anything (and there have been too many false dawns in my 27-year association with the club for me to have much confidence) – this win might make the club more attractive to potential purchasers so that Levy fucks off back under the rock from which he crawled eight long years ago and takes tools like Damien Comolli with him.

But it’s an excellent result (beating Chelski never feels bad…) and the players and coaching team deserve congratulations. I’ve set the Sky+ box to record ITV’s late-night highlights but gone – for now at least – are the days when a win like this could sustain my good humour for months.