The very idea that the situation at Tottenham requires explaining to anyone is frankly baffling. Every single Premier League side in the country is reduced to living solely from their broadcasting rights and whatever crumbs might be gleaned from hugely disrupted online retail activity. Top-flight English football has lost its gilt-edge cache of late, fans aren’t allowed into stadiums, heck, they’re not even allowed into pubs to talk about games, let alone participate in the old last man standing competitions, or discuss bets placed. In layman’s terms, the whole thing’s gone right off the boil.
What takes THFC into an elite level of suffering is not just the debt, which was generational even before COVID-19 struck, but the fact that the squad’s personnel weren’t churned sufficiently over a period sufficient to cost Mauricio Pochettino his job. The Argentine warned everyone a rebuild was needed; the poor man was ignored.
A source who is close to the club tells me that Kane who is 28 in July, and Sonny who is 29 in the same month, are both more than considering their respective positions. No silverware in professional sport simply isn’t acceptable to professional sportspeople. I’ve been advised to ask fans to stop looking at transfer rumours and start looking at the clock, both hands always point to the truth. Anyone who believes that the pair are hanging about for much longer unrewarded is living in an absolute dreamland.
Mourinho of course is no fool either and is all too bleakly aware of the pressure to get something/anything out of the 2020/21 season. Indeed, the mood within Hotspur Way is that it will be seminal. Misplaced accusations of José having lost the dressing room couldn’t be wider of the mark; my source’s understanding is that a disparate group of players is desperately trying and occasionally failing to keep the show going until time is finally called.
Where might either player go? Ask their representatives.
It is no coincidence that when Spurs last won a trophy in 2008, that soon after that team soon after went its separate ways. We’re here again. Shoot the messenger – and you’ll miss the point – you heard it here first.