WHAT a weekend! Arrived at our hotel to find our room consisted of an ingeniously converted fire escape.

Not a good omen. But there was no fire, we didn't get hordes of residents scrambling over our bed in the middle of the night and things just got better and better.

The hangover is only just subsiding and the voice only just returning but by God it was worth it!

I'm sure every single one of the 30,000 Rovers fans privileged to be present will agree it was the experience of a lifetime.

So memorable was the occasion one of the goldfish in our house has been renamed Worthington.

The hard fought victory over lacklustre Tottenham was particularly gratifying considering the guff flying around in the Press about them last week.

You could have been forgiven for thinking they'd established a dynasty comparable to Liverpool in the 70s and 80s and Manchester United in the 90s.

While without peer as a player, as a manager Glenn Hoddle has well and truly turned his unerring knack of making himself look a complete berk into an art form.

While with England there was of course his link with faithhealer Eileen Drury and his comments about the disabled.

Last week his comments about the Worthington Cup being a stepping stone to bigger and better things must have provided all the motivation our lads needed.

And was there ever any real doubt that Andrew Cole would snap up a half chance to make Glenn's infamous "needs five chances to score a goal" remarks seem rather foolish?

To their eternal credit the Tottenham fans handled defeat with far more dignity and style.

While Glenn spat out the dummy and refused to either accept his loser's medal or console his crestfallen players, the supporters were generous in defeat.

The atmosphere between both sets of supporters was first class all weekend, the banter was good natured and I'm sure both would be welcomed back with open arms by the authorities in future. (Hopefully, a bit sooner than 2076 next time though!).

A big pat on the back as well to the Welsh authorities for the magnificent Millenium Stadium.

If they can knock a structure like that up at a fraction of the cost of the proposed new Wembley, why on earth can we not do it in this country?

It was also a refreshing change to find the ground smack bang in the middle of the city centre with various excellent pubs and other facilities on the doorstep.

The current fad for building new stadia in the middle of nowhere or in an industrial estate does nothing to add to the enjoyment of the day for the travelling fan.

The plaudits extend to the players as well. After a few below par performances recently we finally performed to our full capability and the players fully deserve their moment of glory given that they worked their socks off.

However, while it has already become a rather hackneyed old cliche, the simple fact is we face a further 12 cup finals between now and the end of the season.

As magical as Sunday was, it will all be rather for nothing if the unthinkable happens.

So three points at the breeze block on Saturday is looking increasingly vital. The basic talent is there but this must be complemented by the same bulldog spirit shown on Sunday.

And yet again, THANKS JACK!