Numerology and the wrath of the Gods.

Most of us know one. A friend, a relative or a co-worker. This subversive third column, the black heart of London. Yes, the Spurs fan. A week of pillaring, the allegoric presentation of a swan as a banana skin. The smug chuckles when you enter the room. A week where the number seven was presented as unmovable object. It is indeed the number after six and before eight, and to wit is where no doubt the average Spurs fan will be lost as I embark on why Seven IS indeed an omen. 

Seven is the only Mersenne safe prime. Mersenne, not Merson and therefore in no way connected to beer. Seven is the first integer reciprocal (multiplicative inverse) with infinitely repeating sexagesimal representation, but fear not, here I come to the point.

There are seven fundamental types of catastrophes. One might suggest for Spurs fans the first such catastrophe is called being an actual Spurs fan. Now this number, this impregnable bastion of smugness has been eroded to the number 4. I shall not dwell on this given our game in hand as I fully expect within time and fair weather this number will be further eroded to one.

One is its own factorial, its own square, its own cube and therefore an empty product. Mathematically I have applied to attribute this as the Tottenham factor. This is as far as numbers will get you. You see, for us who believe, the Neoarsenalists or as they were called back in the day the neoplatonists, one is the ultimate reality and source of all existence. One therefore represents the beautiful game and Arsenal is therefore an expression of the divine. How can I say this? Elementary; I applied null-A to my own logic. Simples.

It wasn't a number that put Naxto's shot past Vorm. As when Ramsey put Gervinho through; it was belief in the possibility that to reach the one and in turn the inverse of the numerical gap, we all needed to BELIEVE. As to Gervinho scoring… If that doesn't prove a unifying force theory nothing does.

So it was a good weekend, full of smoke, mathematical omens and a Berbatov. Too soon to pass out the cigars but as you can tell, I already started on the cognac.