It’s official. Spurs are favourites to win the FA cup.
There are only 3 sides in it now, as anyone who had the misfortune of catching a glimpse of the game against Wigan.
The problem Tottenham face is that both Mourinho and Conte are looking for consolation prizes.
The most complex coach in all of this is undoubtedly Mauricio Pochettino, who has become a born again psycho-Buddhist.
The Just For Men manager has spent the last few months telling anyone who’ll listen that winning silverware is all a bit gauche and facile; true winning comes from within and to those who can master a zen-like state of pursuing philosophy and process.
So when Spurs go out because the Blues and United turn it on, and we struggle because Poch makes the conscious decision to be better prepared for a Premier League game, nobody will be able to complain because he did tell us time and agains he was always operating on a higher plain.
This is the THFC narrative now, they’ve gone from pleading poverty, to this latest and literal construct, of building something. I’ve never witnessed anything quite like it. A football club that doesn’t allow itself to get distracted from it’s unnamed ultimate mission by winning stuff.
The closest people out there to this are the jive peddling beauty companies who are permanently trying to not get sued for false advertising. So they invent words that sound scientific to describe their anti-aging creams and lotions. 58% of 19 women surveyed who expressed an opinion said they could feel noticeable benefits after applying a gallon of Pro-Regenutra-Vita on a daily basis.
Pochettino has been sailing into beauty cream marketing territory at an increasing rate of knots for some time now. He tells us that the winning of trophies is just a passing fancy. You are better off in the long run enjoying the eternal sunshine of developing a philosophy and fine tuning a winning process. The Mumbo jumbo exists because to tell the fans Spurs are hungry to win a cup would be false advertising.
If you apply fistfuls of Pro-Regenutra-Vita to your face, you probably won’t look any older afterwards. If you let Poch manage your football team, you probably won’t win any fewer trophies than the last guy did.
Poch says he’s a winner, but he really doesn’t sound like one.
How does Poch keep the players motivated, or is the politicised mess just reserved for us?