The magic of the FA Cup; or the Laker Airways Cup or whatever it’s called this week. The name is largely irrelevant as Spurs only want it if gets pushed through their letterbox without them having to do actively do anything.
Poch told us back in October:
“To win the FA Cup, fantastic, I would love to win the oldest competition in the world but it really changes your life if you win the Premier League or Champions League. That is the truth. And after someone want to manipulate my words, OK, go on, but that is the truth.”
It’s interesting that Mauricio bleated about words being manipulated when he spoke quite lucidly. He clearly understood that sneering at the FA Cup wasn’t going to go down well.
Of course he’s right. The thought of winning the any domestic trophy in 2017/18 only excites the lower league proletariat fans that the BBC wheel into shot at the beginning of the competition.
However for those of us that don’t get sexually aroused by a low net spend and glacial general improvement in league placings – we see these tin pot trophies very much as the eggs that bind in our footballing recipe.
The sense of tangible achievement cannot be mimicked with contract extensions, Tunnel Clubs and Cheese Rooms. Soldiers that share active service together are a closer and stronger unit than those that have not.
At a time when Spurs look decidedly jaded it’s ambitious to believe that Poch & Co. have greeted the Wimbledon tie with great deal of zeal.
Excuses, excuses or to use Poch’s own phraseology – the manipulation of words – don’t change a damn thing and THFC have been throwing the domestic cups quite stealthily for some while.
Winning the FA Cup would add weight to the bantamweight idea that Spurs need a 60,000+ seater stadium to contain all it’s fervent fans. When in fact it’s ENIC’s business model that needs the bums on seats.
Winning involves ‘doing’ opposed to talking and I simply can’t see it.