Some hilarious bedwetting after the win.
Not only calling me out for refusing to believe that the ageing injury magnet Mousa Demebele has future – opposed to simply backing what was a powerhouse showing – but also outrage that an ‘okay’ performance hasn’t been lauded as the greatest show on earth.
Let’s dwell on Mousa, because for one, he deserves it and for two, he provides quite chilling contrast when looking at some of the other near to pointless clowns we have on our books.
The big Belgian who celebrates his 31st birthday this summer had a pass completion rate of 97%. Wow. Just wow. That’s world class. Mousa also made 4 take-ons and won all of them. Insatiable stuff.
Cech had a great game, but Arsenal were flattered by the 1-0 and a truly dangerous side would have truly taken this lot to the cleaners.
Son passing accuracy: 79% Poch wasted the first half watching Son repeat the same ineffectual little forays again and again and again. The Korean made 5 crosses and all of them failed. Yet it took the gaffer 1 hour and 10 minutes to bring on Lamela.
That was the problem with all out attacking endeavours and come half time it was obvious to anyone with half a brain that whoever scored would probably win by that single goal. Neither side looked like they had 2 goals in them.
Spurs shot accuracy: 34% Cech blah blah blah but if you double check their line up you will see they only fielded him once and he played in goal. Yes we could have scored 3 or more, but we didn’t because we were inept.
Where was Dele Alli? Good question. With a passing accuracy of 63% he was fighting and losing his own personal battle against basic competencies.
Yet despite this, Pocettino refused to remove this kid until the 85th minute – Lamela achieved more in the last 15 than Dele did all game.
Spurs today were not dominant nor were they magnificent. This was not a comprehensive victory by any stretch of the imagination. Spurs today were a gaggle of girl guides selling lemonade – but one of their number was Godzilla.
What was magnificent was Ben Davies’ ball in and Harry Kane’s merciless finish.
Arsenal will be spoilt for choice when it comes to deciding which wound to lick tonight. They fluffed their lines and should think themselves lucky that this Wembley jaunt didn’t cost them a pot.
For Aunty Wenger, it’s game like this that sting and this another season too many, another infernal round or recriminations he could have avoided. Why doesn’t he see his days out on a sun lounger somewhere and find some peace, opposed to putting himself through all this nonsense?
For Pochettino the long and aching schlep of financial stability has only just begun.