What now? Nothing much. Life goes on, my friend. Time didn't stop just because Chelski fluked, spent and cheated their way to the CL.
I'm absolutely destroyed by the fact we'll be in the Europa League next season, but it was, as Gary Neville kept pointing out, 'written in the stars'. The gods favored Chelsea because they took their chances. The gods didn't favor us because we utterly bottled it between the middle of February and the middle of April. Then bottled it at Villa. Then....but it's too late now. The fact of the matter is, we were left relying on two teams to do us favours. And that never works out well, never.
What now? Well, we sell a star, maybe two. Reinvest the money in the squad, save a bit for the stadium. See if we can get that up and running. Move into the new training ground. Get rid of the deadwood, at last. Enjoy the sun. Maybe read up a bit, take a holiday. Relax.
Life goes on. We go on. It's the lot of a Spurs supporter to be the target of all of fate's cruel whimsies. We've never had the luck Chelsea had today. Never. We are, bar none, the most dingdonged-on club in the world when it comes to fortune. Why the gods hate us, I don't know. But they sure as hell do.
But, like I said, we go on. Because we're Spurs, and we're Spurs supporters, and that will never change.
Sure, it stings now. But in a few days that'll subside, and we'll be back to moaning about deadline-day deals and lack of set-piece training, same as always.
(Incidentally, I didn't know our set-piece coach also worked for Bayern.)