If Juventus were a fictional gangster character from a 2001 gangster film they’d be Teddy Bass.
Mr Black Magic himself.
Swarthy, impeccably confident, in fact nenacing in the most disconcerting manner imaginable. Jfdit inspired that with his ‘dark arts’ comment on the last blog.
On the way home from Wembley Spurs must have felt just like Gal did. Dropped off at a motorway bus stop with a tenner in his pocket in exchange for a hellish night’s work.
Spurs were sub-par, hugely limited and generally outmanoeuvred next to this vastly experienced Old Lady.
Should Tottenham disband, sack Pochettino and everyone go and start new lives in a monastery? I think not. Regular readers will be unsurprised to know that what I’d prefer is for the THFC spin, the jive and the marketing guano to be reigned in, at least to less suffocating levels.
Alas I am unable to build a time machine and even if I could, fitting you all inside would undoubtedly be problematic. Stay at The Lane and build a team with a choke rate considerably lower than this one. Buy the odd missing players, opposed to land and businesses, have a mission statement; something about striving to win pots and pans with every fibre. I’d take the fanbase’s focus permanently away from the terminally depressing and utterly futile stuff that has regrettably become their meat and drink under ENIC, possession stats, attendance figures, contract extensions, video jappery and the continually diminishing return that is this obsession with youth players.
The New Destination™ Will undoubtedly be fit for kings and last night gently reminded all concerned that Spurs are currently as close to being in line to the throne as the Duchess of York’s fattest daughter.
We weren’t awful, but we were shown how unforgiving football can be. Please don’t mistake that comment for misfortune or bad luck. I’m specifically referring to Juve having a comprehensive understanding of the mechanics of winning.
There will be lots of ‘time to move on’, ‘focus on the FA Cup’ etc from fans today. All these remarks serve to do is stifle discussion and negate thinking.
Rather this is as good as opportunity as any to ponder what in the name of god we’re actually building. Building after all is the buzzword of the dullards, eh?
Keeping this squad together just became a tougher task, but there are broader concerns. Having a goalie as your captain would be high on my list, for example. Kyle Walker’s Premier League winner medal another. Our gaffer’s tactical nouse is certainly a shoe in, while we’re at it.
Last night was saddening. Was it the end? Of course not, but it was a timely reminder of Spurs mortality and that in the final analysis no amount of the now very very tiring bluster about a young manager, young players, an expensive training ground and an expensive stadium are worth a good god damn when the actual football team are asked to turn it on, to live up to the expectation.
Player analysis to follow, which is likely to become more bloodied in places.