Selecting a team that facilitates rest and still provides a convincing sense of resolve is relatively painful.
Then there’s Pochettino’s recent tactical successes. Will Mauricio pull another rabbit out of his hat?
What we do know from bitter experience is that once Spurs’ best XI is fiddled with (not like that, grow up) hope routinely clouds expectations.
For this reason I don’t believe Foyth will start, I don’t believe No’Cluedo will start. In fact, my hunch is that our bench will be littered with players that won’t solve many if any questions that West Ham might ask.
My guess is that Poch will look to achieve some sense of security and then aim to downscale the involvement of senior players.
What of West Ham in all this? The short answer of course is f—- them, preferably in the face. Talk of ‘their’ cup final doesn’t quite purvey the true sense of desperation that currently exists in the Irons’ camp right now.
Providing stark contrast to the gentle cooing that follows in Poch’s wake.
Whereas being Slavin Bilic right now is like being at your own wake. I mean how does that work, do you do nothing, or just make sure nobody abandons their half slurped Port & Lemon atop your coffin?
“Does it make me lose my focus? No, it gives you even more. I never gave up in my career, no matter in which way of life, as a parent, as a friend, as a manager. That’s my biggest strength, to be strong in hard times. Now I’m having a hard time, yes I am. That doesn’t scare me.”
And so Slavin Bilic’s pitch as to why he’s qualified to lead West Ham out of the darkness he led them into is that he’s led them into the darkness and out of it previously.
To hell with it. Let’s play Edwards in goal. He can keep everyone’s drinks freshened up while we listen to a couple of eulogies.