An agenda driven game from Pochettino which provided a fascinating glimpse into the touchy ego that lurks beneath the veneer of calm water.
I like managers that know themselves and know what they want, but last night Poch looked more like an arsey child rearranging his teddies after a play date pal had been over and had the audacity to leave them jumbled – than he did Brian Howard Clough.
Dele Alli was played for what reason? To emphasise he isn’t gearing up to p*ssing off once his new agents engineer the right bid? It was a pick that backfired as Dele brought nothing to the game and yet again drifted into obscurity soon after he let go of the mascot’s hand.
Vorm was made captain for what reason? To emphasise that Hugo being captain wasn’t a clueless deal, but in fact an example of Poch’s nuanced understanding of the beautiful game that chumps like you and I will never understand if we live to be a hundred?
The concern with Pochettino is that his legacy won’t be a trophy, but lots of little unquestionably favourable mentions that could pad out a sequel to his £6 book, but crucially won’t leave him remembered as a great manager because he didn’t actually win anything.
Topping your group is admirable, but so what? Will the winner of the final, the manager leaping up and down clutching the trophy bore anyone with such a detail in his post-match interviews? No, of course not. Winners sat at the adult table don’t brag about how they rearranged their teddies.
Where were the kids? We had No’Cluedo darting about and of course scoring goal that will serve him well when we sell him for a profit to Watford next summer. He’ll never score for Watford.
Carter Walker-Peters showed he was more than good enough to start yet only got what 15/20 minutes?
The stone in the masterclass show was the utterly unfathomable introduction of Mousa Dembele. What in the name of god was all that about?
A missed opportunity for the players on the fringe and for the fans the bulk of whom are less miserable than me and wouldn’t feel shortchanged by watching the yoofs given chance.
Well done Mauricio the history books will show your teddies were all straight and in the right order when you went to bed last night.