Moussa Sissoko. Like Frank Bruno, but with weaker pantomime skills.
The £30million moron said: “We won seven games in a row so it was a good performance. Everyone knows how we play and they try to give 100 per cent against Tottenham.”
‘We saw it against Gent – it was a hard game and they won but like I said it’s only the first battle, we have another one soon so we have to do everything to get through to the next round.
‘Every team we play has a different style but we have a philosophy of how to play. Sometimes it’s working, sometimes it is a little bit harder, like against Gent.”
What we saw against Gent wasn’t worth watching mate, and you were a key element in the sh*tness of was was billed by THFC as ‘European Magic’.
Technically bereft, inspirationally moribund and generally blunt Mousa Sissoko quotes are actually less satisfying than watching his ham fisted attempt at playing football.
‘They scored the first goal and we tried everything for 1-1 but we couldn’t score.
‘We lost and we are all disappointed but we play them again next week and we will do everything to win the game.’
Clinton Cards, No’Cluedo, Janssen and now this oaf.
Yet instead of looking (for the umpteenth time) for a some improved direction of travel in our scouting, we’re instead digging up a previously dearly departed corpse in the form of ‘The Hitchmaker’.
Burke & Hare wouldn’t be arsed with digging up Steve Hitchen.
In showbiz, the list of people that turned down the likes of The Beatles and Frank Sinatra is short. But in football, there’s little room for even the mothers of big name players being credited for carrying their sons full term as every scout, coach and ball-boy this side of the Serious Fraud Squad is claiming to have have been the man who originally ‘found’ the boy.
If Hitchen isn’t junk, then why did we let him go, because he clashed with the scatter cushions in the staff recreation room?
The Sissoko signing stank of desperation from the off. The alleged involvement of Everton was an extremely lazy lie.
Not a chance the Toffees would have committed such a colossal amount of money on a player who was essentially a Newcastle United flatliner.
I might remind those of you huffing and puffing at this stage that Son is on the coattails of the aforementioned time wasters.
Are you finally prepared to acknowledge he IS a striker, yet Harry?’ cried a small chorus of really thick people.
Son was ALSO a panic buy. He’s only marginally further up the food-chain because he was the Magnificent Seven’s 8th man.
We’re building a three quarter’s of a billion pound Leisure Centre and Foodcourt and I’m currently convinced it won’t be worth the price of admission.
Football is not Tottenham Hotspur Football Club’s foremost priority.
Apologies for breaking old news to those of you with triple digit IQs.
