[FA CUP QUARTER-FINAL. SELHURST PARK. KICK-OFF: 17:30 GMT.]
Six minutes in, we were one down.
A long ball from Lloris that Tomkins could only nod into Dier's chest. Dier laid it off first time. Eriksen took two touches and slipped Kane in behind a back four that wasn't a back four yet. Kane didn't break stride. Low into the corner. Hennessey beaten.
Kane. 6'. Crystal Palace nil, Tottenham one.
The Holmesdale held its breath for ten seconds, then it started up again. "South London is OURS TOO, South London is OURS TOO." I have never been to a ground where twenty-five thousand people sing in the seventh minute of a match they are losing.
Dann had the four of them in a huddle on the eighteen by then. Pointing at Tomkins. At Joel Ward. At Digne. Not at himself. Hennessey was on one knee retying his bootlaces and listening. I said nothing from the touchline. Dann said it all.
