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It's late April 2027 and matchweek 41 in the Championship, the only league that matters (for now).
Following the Great Rebalancing of 2026—where Manchester City were finally handed a Super-Relegation for their 115 charges, City are heading to back to Tottenham. Spurs should've been allowed to stay up, but VAR sent the Premier League board to the pitch side monitor and promoted Millwall instead.
The weather was shit, but the atmosphere at the Tottenham Hotspur Stadium was ELECTRIC, though tinged with the collective trauma only Spurs fans truly know. In the away section the City fans (all fourty of them who travelled) were desperate for the win to secure automatic promotion.
City play with the desperate intensity of a club whose lawyers had finally run out of billable hours, while Spurs played with the belief of a team that had spent a year bullying Wrexham, Deadpool and that other guy after they finally cleared house and gave youth a chance.
At the end of a hard fought match where Spurs have pulled it back to 2-2 after being 0-2 down at half time, the homegrown hero and club captain Mikey Moore manifests the spirit of Lucas Moura in Amsterdam.
A draw isn't enough for the title, Wrexham lead by a single point and he knows it.
It's the 95th minute— only seconds remaining—Moore intercepts a loose pass from a demoralised City defence 30 yards out. He doesn't pass. He doesn't look for a foul. He lets fly a worldie into the top corner, sending 62,000 fans into a state of pure delirium. MIKEY FUCKIN' MOURA.
The final whistle blows on a 3-2 victory, the pitch is invaded by fans weeping with joy. Pure Pandemonium. Spurs were Champions of the second tier. ENIC, Lange and Vinai are a distant memory. Spurs are back where they belong.
The question everyone has been asking has finally been answered and it's an emphatic NO... City couldn't do it on a cold rainy night in North London.
Two weeks later...
Arsenal, still scarred by the ultimate bottling: losing the Premier League from 9 points ahead in 2026 and finishing 6th this season, receive a 7-1 demolition by Bayern Munich in the CL final where Harry Kane—fueled by pure, unadulterated spite—dispatched six penalties and a 60-yard lob from his own half before getting sent off for taking his shirt off to reveal a Spurs shirt emblazoned only with the letters, COYS.
The world is healing. Football wins.