Just after our final game, I tweeted that, "actually, Birmingham have had a great season" (@spurs_ssp - if you were wondering)
The wise @weekspotblog replied to say 'Interesting positing, but not sure I agree' - he's a journalist, words like 'positing' come easy to him.
The next day I spoke to a QPR fan (@byronicman, since you ask) and posited the same thing. He also disagreed. So, I asked him, if you could guarantee that next season, QPR would win the league cup, but also get relegated, you wouldn't take it?... Nope, not interested.
I was and remain astonished.
First, let me say, it's different for Spurs. We're a bigger club. Sorry, but we are. Our expectations are calibrated differently. That isn't arrogance, it's the truth. We've been relegated once sine the second world war, Birmingham and QPR have probably gone down a dozen times between them since the first Iraq war.
In 129 years, QPR have won one trophy - the League Cup in 1967. Did they get relegated that year? Who knows! Who cares! My wife's dad lived in West London and was a QPR fan. Pride of place in our house, still, is an ash tray with a picture of that winning team. There is, as far as I'm aware, no ash tray commemorating any team that avoided relegation in the '60s. Or any other decade.
Birmingham, same story. Just one trophy in 136 years - the League Cup in 1963. Until this year. Until this great, great season, this historic season when, against all odds, they beat a full-strength and supremely confident Arsenal side, with a goal in the last minute. Glory. Never to be deleted, never to be forgotten glory.
It goes in the front of the programme, people! C'mon! You don't add 'Avoided Relegation' to the honours board. What were Birmingham gonna do in the Premier League if they'd stuck around for another year? Probably have another relegation battle? Or, at best, finish eighth.
And next year in the Championship? Well they'll probably go straight back up. And if they don't, they'll do it the year after.
Ooh, but what if they 'Do a Leeds'... This is the bogeyman of modern football, the monster under the bed used to frighten all fans who yearn for a bit of ambition - a shot at glory.
Well, okay, maybe, but to do a Leeds you've got to be pretty fucked up in the first place, so fucked up that you're unlikely to survive another season in any division. And you've also, presumably, never heard of Leeds - because if you had you might just have learned some lessons.
This isn't meant to be patronising, or glib, or unsympathetic. It's supposed to be congratulatory. Winning trophies remains the hardest and best thing in football. Relegation sucks, but, for Birmingham and QPR (depending on what their owners decide to do in the future), it's part of life.
The pain of last Sunday will pass. One day (relatively) soon, Blues fans will be celebrating promotion like lunatics - and not long after that they'll be worrying about Premier League survival again.
It's a cycle.
That win was a moment.
It was about saying, I was there. It's about two brothers or best mates, in 30 years time, reminiscing at a retirement do or even a fucking funeral and and saying, we were there. It's about the look of awe and envy in the faces of your kids or grandchildren, who have never known anything but a series of promotions and relegations, when you tell them, I was there.
It is unlikely, hugely unlikely, that they will reply by saying "Yeah, but you must have been gutted when we were relegated a couple of months later. Terrible season 10/11, really terrible."