In case you’ve been living up a tree in Nepal with a bag over your head, we’re in a Champions League final on Saturday night.
Dele Alli will be hoping he makes the cut. after the Everton game the club told PhysioRoom: “He felt strange in the warm-up and that’s why his performance was so poor in the first half, he couldn’t do what he wanted. We made a change at the break but it’s a small problem.”
The 23 year old has seriously underperformed this season. Plagued with niggly little injuries, what does one call that, bad luck?
A cynic would call it hiding.
It’s apparent that when the call to step up was made, Sonny proudly rose to the challenge, but Dele was stood about mumbling something about having a sore finger.
Other than perhaps Eric Dier, there isn’t a player in the Tottenhan squad that so urgently needs competition for his starting place, as Dele.
There’s undoubtedly talent in there, but the fleeting glimpses are now fewer and farther between than ever.
What grates is the conveyor belt of mindless distractions that the boy appears to be obsessed with.
A two bob clothing line and a myriad mindless social media endorsements that history won’t remember.
Who will turn up on Saturday night? The player or the brand ambassador?
