Son Heung-min told Press Association Sport after last night’s disappointing result: “That hurt, but it’s football. We played well but sometimes football is like this. We have to accept the result but still for me, it hurts a lot.
“What was the difference? Nothing. At the start we played well, we created lots of chances, got to 1-0 and made the perfect start I think. This game we can learn something from, but this is sad news. The dressing room was a bit quiet.”
Given the dour expressions from all the Lilywhites concerned it’s difficult to imagine just how ‘a bit quiet’ the room was. Two away goals and and the first goal all thrown away.
We witnessed no three minutes of madness last night. You can’t detract from what occurred. It wasn’t an anomaly or some inexplicably bad luck. It was force. Will. What we and our team watched slack jawed, was a Blitzkrieg.
Ignoring the morons that have apparently called for Pochettino’s head (anyone still listening to talkSPORT needs the remainder their brain disposed of in a landfill site) I note that Kieran Trippier should also be sold while we’re in a culling kinda mood.
Extraordinary stuff even by ever decreasing quality of football fans contributing their weighty wisdom to the reaction quote toilet that Twitter has become.
We’ve been over this before, but once more with feeling, eh? Trippier, Aurier and Davies are not Bonzo and Rose and the sooner everyone INCLUDING Botchettino gets that memo, reads it and then signs an affidavit confirming not just that they have read it but also understood it, the better.
So Trippier, Aurier and Davies are not slow. Employing the same evaluation system one would knock Marilyn Monroe for being a bit lumpy and perhaps not all that bright.
Bonzo’s gone and is never coming back. Rose’s every sinew and pore look to be crying out that he wishes to follow suit.
Poch hasn’t satisfactorily changed his system to accommodate any of this and it shows.
This summer window may be one of the most fascinating of our lives. I don’t say that lightly. Would even an FA cup win cement players with doubts about their earning potential and genuine chance of honours at the New Destination™? All we now is it that it doesn’t count for squat for players at other clubs.
Perhaps predictably Erik Lamela is fast becoming a walking question mark. He’s back. There’s nothing wrong with him physically
and there never was but he’s having trouble convincing Poch he’s worth a starting berth and when he does come on, it’s been a decidedly mixed bag.
The Argentinian is probably going to struggle to be selected for the World Cup, or at least one would have thought so and will have one intense eye on game time. The good news (in inverted commas) is that his cost to Tottenham was horribly inflated and he didn’t cost us anywhere remotely near £30million.
Ignoring his entire year out on full salary. Ignoring THFC posting faked images of him returning to training when he wasn’t and of course most hilariously of all – ignoring the fact that whilst out with a severe and most complicated hip injury he still managed to knock up his missus – he could still command enough on the open market to effect sufficient damage limitation on the renumeration front. Even by the Bald Weirdo’s standards.
Of all the hullabaloo the last night triggered, one glaring issue was the lack of creativity, deft and/or wit from Spurs midfield. The ever ageing Mousa Dembele, the slow as hell to return to full match fitness Victor Wanyama and the balsa wood Dele Alli need more than just the already overburdened Christian Eriksen to gawp at.