Player Gratins.
No typo.
Last night was very much a dish served with a lightly browned crust of melted cheese.
Tom Collomosse’s headline in tonight’s Evening Standard not only encapsulates mood perfectly, but contains a paragraph that that ought to strike fear into our collective hearts.
Pochettino pushed hard for the signing of Moussa Sissoko, who may eventually cost £30million — the club’s joint-record buy. When they pay that much for a player, he should be an automatic choice. Instead, Sissoko spent all but the final 19 minutes on the bench.
Collomosse is that rarity. He’s connected and top notch.
So either Poch did want Sissoko – in which case his reputation is damaged, or THFC fed the press the line that Poch wanted the player in an attempt to add credibility to a left-field purchase that still makes no sense to anyone.
Spurs under Poch this season have typically been muted. Last night’s debacle saw us achieve us 2 shots on target to Monaco’s 11.
My contempt for Pochettino centres upon him compromising himself and so in turn us, by failing to flag up both the club’s transfer inadequacies and it’s constant desire to prioritise commerciality over the actual football.
Let’s look at the actual football.
If we strip it right down, none of them give a damn.
Responsibility and initiative are things that happen to other people.
Hugo Lloris is far too good to play in this mend and make do melange.
Trippier‘s plastic mask failed to disguise the fact that the guy is a waste of space. He’s not jockeying for a first team spot. He’s a journeyman who’s delighted to ‘give us a dig out’ when we’re a bit stuck.
Wimmer played as one would expect a bloke treated like a stand-in to play.
Rose seemed to saving himself up for something important to him that wasn’t football related.
Mousa ist kaput. Cream crackered both mentally and physically.
Wanyama didn’t deserve to have his good name put on that team-sheet of mental misfits.
Son? What waste of flesh.
Dele gave us another Jermaine ***** masterclass in ‘trying really really hard’.
Winks isn’t Champions League. Sorry about all the confusion.
Kane‘s unfit. He’s an unfit and mindless mess.
Sh*tssoko‘s contribution was like your girlfriend dumping you by text, on her new fella’s phone.
Bottom line?
The club wanted to throw this, in order to concentrate on the league and the players got wind of it.
