A gradual decline into disorder is what we got alright.
As per this week’s post match tape (due out this afternoon), the reality check is that we’ve lost just one game in fifteen and against the lot that are in all but name Premier League Champions.
So there is little merit in getting too overwrought and hurling all of one’s toys and teddies out of the perambulator.
Pochettino is certainly a good guy, but he’s also a stubborn one. More worrying yet, he doesn’t appear too be that quick on the uptake when it comes to repeating tactical mistakes.
It’s almost as if he looks at things that went wrong not from a ‘I shouldn’t do that again’ perspective, but from a ‘why didn’t that work and how can I make it work next time?’ way.
Commendable outlook for a scientist, naffing painful one for a football manager.
Hugo Time for Vorm. Nothing personal, but the goalkeeping isn’t great and the captaining is non existent.
Davies, Tripper, Aurier etc etc None of you are Walker & Rose therefore every week an effigy of one of you will be lit and hung from a Wembley lamppost in honour of the God Of Daftness. Sanchez? Your turn next week, son.
Where is Toby? We’re all grown ups. If he’s frozen out because he’s leaving, we can take it. What we can’t take is a fab player not playing.
Lamela Was a bit of washout, truth be told. Unlock City? Couldn’t lift a funny fiver out of his mum’s purse.
Ali Was appalling. Diving deadbeat.
Mousa Simmered then went off the boil.
Eriksen There must days when he asks himself what he’s doing with us.
Lucas Made for a curious cameo. Didn’t do anything sensational yet by comparison looked absolutely outstanding. More please.
Son Bumble bore.
Harry Kane Goodness me what a waste of rations.
Sissoko In the softly spoken words of Charlie Brown…