Liverpool are what I would class as a particularly irritating football team.
This does nothing to aid matters in respects of my irrational contempt, but goodness me, oh for Spurs manager who would talk like Jurgen Klopp.
It will be the third final Klopp has led the side to in three years but having lost the last two – making it five in total for him personally – but he knows they need to put silverware back in the cabinet. The gaffer told PA Sport:
“We were in a League Cup final, we didn’t win it. People don’t tell me in the street since then: ‘Thank you for bringing us to the final. We were in the Europa League final, nobody tells me that. I see no trophies after these games. They don’t hang silver medals at Melwood. That’s the game.”
Just let that sink in.
The words we’ve been waiting for Poch to say.
Alas, spoken by someone else’s coach.
No gobbledegook about ‘competing’ – he wants to win.
No sneering at domestic cups – just regret.
He wants silverware, not utterly meaningless second place silver medals.
He wants to win and to effect the history books.
The problem with Maurico Pochettino is that he says he feel like a winner, but when your corner him and ask him to actually win something, he produces 500 page Terms & Conditions document.
If you played Monopoly with Poch, he’d lose, then say, ‘Ah, but you forget. I won 2nd prize in a beauty competition. Not all bad.’
“They don’t hang silver medals at Melwood. That’s the game.”
At Hotspur Way we hang up anything we can lay our hands on.
Record attendance figures, old Valentines cards from the Supporter’s Trust, a Beer mat autographed by Diego Maradona, a pin tray presented to Iain Duncan Smith (Minister For Disabled Evictions) that he didn’t bother taking home with him.
It’s a magical fairytale land acknowledging ENICs unbridled successes and achievements.
Oh no, sorry, that’s the offshore bank account statements.