We’ll attend to the aftermath of the Man City game in due course although I suspect we’ll find as much understanding and humour that exists in the phrase ‘don’t eat yellow snow’.
Gladys referred to Pochettino as being a swan last night. Serene on the surface while thrashing beneath the waterline.
The current tide of PR and hoo-ha cuts a stark contrast to the jubilance-free football and it turns out I’m not unique in being irritated by it.
To understand this, you need to understand that with the possible exception of Harry Kane, nobody on the playing staff shares your enthusiasm. Nobody.
Even the intellectually challenged Kyle Walker became bored with the threat of a brave new world and more jam tomorrow than anyone could ever dream of.
Danny Rose is still stinging from having missed that particular boat.
Marcus Edwards’ beef is along similar lines although admittedly laughable, given he’s a no-mark that once played 14minutes in a cup game we lost a year ago. Edwards was apparently shut up with 5 year extension and the plan is he will be brought to a level whereby he shows the club greater respect – or he can be sold for lots and lots of money.
The Daniel Levy’s NASDAQ cobblers about the strength in home grown academy talent has been proved to be the very emptiest rhetoric. There’s nobody else there. Which is proved by the loan of the Great Black Hope Onomah to Aston Villa.
You can’t say ‘players like Harry Kane’ when he’s the only one unless you’re delusional or attempting to deceive. There’s nobody else there. It was precisely the vacuous Gung Ho that caused the NFL to roll their eyes. The Americans were dumbfounded by the lack of silverware.
Glad understands that more senior players are reviewing their position.
The New Destination™ is ENIC’s baby and theirs alone. The reason the front men for the project from the squad are Poch and Hugo is because only they can be relied upon to be perceived as sincere. An offshoot of this is the ongoing stupidity of Lloris as captain, a role that benefits no one.
Wembley has fatigued many of the players mentally as well as physically and for you, the ever hopeful supporter the potential bragging rights that you perceive of playing at a Themed Shopping Centre leaves the players cold.
Any high end Spurs player can walk into any established top 4 side and get a 5 star facility tomorrow. What is a delicious carrot to you, is another ruddy vegetable to them.
Incdentally, worth mentioning here that the Tunnel Club may make some of you clowns feel terribly giddy that such an experience will exist, but had the idea been put to vote with the players it would have been immediately vetoed. They don’t want it.
Glad believes that Christian Eriksen in particular remains unconvinced by the whole business and isn’t enjoying his season at all. Whilst Toby Alderweireld is definitely injured, he’s not chomping at the bit (ala Harry Kane whenever he’s out) to return, and is actually looking forward to a break from it all. Of course, all the whole his contract is running down.
Dele Alli is making all the right noises to everyone’s face, but it is thought that he sees himself on an entirely different trajectory. He’s less fed up with Spurs, and more concerned about building the brand and that means getting his name and his face all over the World Cup. If he has a good tournament then he will want success domestically to match it. Spurs can’t offer him that.
I’ve been sour to the whole charade and made no secret of it. The b*ll*cks and the lies about regeneration, the need to sell 61,000 tickets to watch a side that throws cup in order to ensure it doesn’t win anything that might then jeopardise its Premier League money rankings. The utter contempt for any game that doesn’t line the coffers.
Now players are sour.