I've exhausted all superlatives and find myself dizzy from sunstroke, what with the constant basking in the bright shining light that emanates from the heavens where Spurs currently reside. How many times am I expected to salivate over the form of Gareth Bale and Aaron Lennon? The untold chances created? The winning mentality crafted out of the desire to progress and reclaim lost Champions League love? The brilliance of little Luka Modric and his giant presence? The influence of Scott Parker? I'm human damn it, not a machine! So as I gather my thoughts and search through my battered thesaurus in the hope of finding replacements for over-used giddiness such as 'swagger' and 'swashbuckle', I've decided to review the 3-0 win over Bolton Wander...