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The fallout to the loss has been predictable. 80% of us are seething, 10% are telling the 80% to stop expressing negative opinions and just offer blind, unthinking support.

That’s when they can be distracted from Tweeting #UnderNeathTheArches, or making tools of themselves with kit.

The remaining 10% are telling everyone that they can’t wait until Sunday. Like nothing happened.

Whatever your take is this morning, we’re all agreed it was a Heartbreaker.

Pochettino was always going get it in the neck over team selection if we lost. A cursory glance online this morning backs that up. But is it really Mo’s fault that we lost?

To blame the manager for Roberto Soldado for fluffing yet another cracking opportunity isn’t entirely fair. Kane was the one player that simply had to be rested. Anyone who thinks he’d somehow “be alright” after 90 minutes in Italy, then play Wembley 3 days later has forgotten how big the pitch in London is.

The madness of looking for answers is probably best summed up in Jan Vertonghen’s performance. Up until the howler, he was probably our most consistent player.

As per previous blogs and podcasts, I’m struggling to understand Poch’s strategy. It’s heartbreaking to watch yet another Spurs side charging around not getting anywhere. Why is this happening again? Because every manager inherits the last guy’s mess.

Well, it’s been ten years and maybe more since I first set eyes on you.
The best years of my life gone by, here I am alone and Lily-white and blue.
Some people cry and some people die by the wicked ways of love;
But I’ll just keep on rollin’ along with the grace from the Lord above.

People talkin’ all around ’bout the way you left me flat,
I don’t care what the people say, I know where their jive is at.
One thing I do have on my mind, if you can clarify please do,
It’s the way you call me another guy’s name when I try to make love to you.
I try to make love but it ain’t no use.

 

Tottenham Hotspur Football Club, one of light entertainment’s most expensive mend and make do operations of all time.

And that’s as close as we’re going to get to the ‘bottom line’ with Spurs. Everything is so thin, that the moment we deviate from the ideal selection, all being in the right frame of mind at the same time, we flush ourselves down the toilet.

The most considered answer I can proffer is that we stop the merry-go round and try to build something worth believing in. Stop buying in talent from spreadsheets and hoping. We clearly have the kernel of something rather sweet happening at Hotspur Way. The well being of Spurs almost certainly lies there.

Levy & Co lack the good grace to piss off and let someone else try and run THFC as an actual football club. Having spent over a decade getting it wrong, to say the need for change is an understatement.

The acquisition of Paul Mitchell needs to actually mean something. The 33 year old is rare thing in the modern game. He is a relevant football man. I say relevant, so nobody reading inadvertently puts him in the same category as Les Ferdinand or Sam Allardyce (a list of other duffers is available upon request).

Mitchell is a talent-spotter and analyst whose department transformed Southampton from 2012 onwards. The obvious parallel that ought to comfort Spurs fans that giving this guy free reign is when you compare what he did with Saints’ £95million raised by a their player exodus, and what he achieved with the £65million he reinvested into the club. If you are confused as to whether he did well, ask an adult to show you a copy of the Barclays Premier League table.

What will happen in the Final? Pfffft. Who could possibly call it. We are as likely to lose 5-0 as we are to win 2-0.

 

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