Good evening girls.
Clearly this is written through gritted teeth as I fundamentally loathe even the vaguest hint of positive news in relation to THFC.
So in the softly spoken words of Grantham’s favourite grocer’s daughter, ‘rejoice!’
Gladys has sickening news from her tea trolley route.
Pochettino isn’t respected at the Club.
He’s positively revered.
You’ll recall some previous recent ITK where the suggestion was that Poch was radiating such goodwill throughout the club that even our man Levy had become more than tolerable company.
Dear reader, it’s worse than that initial suspicion.
Not only has Poch managed to ‘reach’ the players in the first team, the vibe inside the entire club is such that belief levels are an unprecedented high.
Certainly the first team lads don’t believe that they will lose another game.
This isn’t arrogance, this is a sincere faith in not Poch himself, but the regime and perhaps most importantly of all, each other.
I wholeheartedly despise belief as you know, but the positive effect Mauricio and his coaching staff have had upon THFC is such that our man Levy has in many quarters of the Club been given a ‘hall pass’ for the entire decade plus of getting it wrong.
Those closer to the magic than I …take a view that Levy has upon balance (?STOCKHOLM SYNDROME ALERT?) succeeded in finally finding his man.
Look, I don’t care what it takes to break the cycle – just so long as it is broken.
We’re some way from being declared Champions League qualifiers, let alone winners, but by whoever is your God, this mild mannered Argie with the secondary modern haircut and the cheeky chops has this club in the palm of his hand.
Fair flippin’ play to the fella.
