I’m rarely lost for words, but where to start? By rights, I should be allowed to just cut and paste from every blog published since laughing boy was inflicted upon us.
Watching Benfica last night we saw precisely what a fully functioning model of what a modern European side on the up looks like. High tempo, defending and attacking in equal number, a high pressing line, unforgiving wingers and so an ability to counter attack in a heartbeat.
Tactically we were taken to the cleaners. I take no pleasure in repeating the point, but we’re not fit to play in Europe.
And by “in Europe” I mean at a proper level, like the old European cup, not flying 4000m to play the former Kurdistan Republic Of Outer Mongolia in front of 3 men and a dog, in a 5pm kick off.
Mind you, we’re not even convincing against Eurotrash.
As far as Sherwood is concerned, he’s merely symptomatic of a deeper malaise at The Lane. One that an increasing number of us have become wise to.
Sit on the floor in a darkened room, legs crossed with the palms of your hands facing upwards upon your knees and sway gently like some demented monk. Repeat a in a dull, low , monotonous tone … “a business that doesn’t do a Leeds, is a business in safe hands…”
If you’ve been doing this for 6 hours a day since ENIC took Spurs over in 2001, you should be impervious to what they’ve been up to since they took over.
Sherwood is a broken man. We’ve had the “they’re listening to a different voice” wink wink, nudge nudge (Which was, for those of you with some wit about you, was Tim patting himself on the back for elbowing himself into the manager’s seat).
We’ve had the saintly rebirth of Adebayor. Which has been predictably laughable. I won’t tire of my analogy that taking credit for anything Ade does, is akin to winning on a scratchcard and proceeding to tell everyone how talented you are. And like most scratchcard wins, the windfall is modest and the euphoria of its impact temporary.
We’ve now been battered sideways by the 3 decent teams (City, Chelsea and Benfica) that we’ve played.
All Tim has had to offer is a Lady Dianaesque interview, “There ain’t enough people wiv enough gut in this relationship” and the ability to bicker to no good purpose on the touchline.
As far as tactics for last night were concerned, we got another have baked plan from a bloke without any managerial experience.
Harry Kane, Tim told us before the game, was Rooneyesque. He was Rodneyesque, more like.
Look, Kane is a essentially a very capable player, but as with Bentaleb, he is simply not being handled right. The idea that the youngster gets thrown into some crackpot #10 slot against such high grade opposition, isn’t funny.
It’s all the less funny when you’ve got Soldado sat on the bench, presumably itching to build upon drought ending goal. Surely you’d have to play Bobby in game such as this? Surely you’d bee mad not to?
The longer Sherwood is in charge (stop sniggering, you’re not helping) the more it is confirmed he’s out of his depth. The luck’s run out.
Both sides flew out the traps last night, but one could not help but feel that Jesus’ boys had a plan. Our lot just had rockets up their bottoms.
Under Levy & Co. we have a stadium of disgruntled, overcharged client reference numbers.
Under Levy & Co. it’s alright to have few hundred Benfica fans with flares in a home stand, but you’re not allowed a cap for your bottle of pop.
