Perhaps Spurs will defy reality, and make Liverpool look like a Serbian pub at Anfield later today.
The odds of Pochettino watching his side win at Anfield, let alone score another 5 times this afternoon, are horribly long.
Therefore, a Tottenham victory will be more about luck than anything legitimate.
This round-up piece for Sky Sports this morning all too rationally delivers the conclusions that the “BELIEVE!” squawking Levyologists are incapable of understanding.
Pochettino’s group are so tired on so many fronts.
The Tottenham squad is nothing shy of a failed marriage. What was the topic of conversation in that Mayfair restaurant? Of happier times, of how they first met. How they had ‘grown as people’ over the years?
What was Mauricio’s toast, “Here’s to getting the band back together!”?
This squad is incapable of winning anything other than the feint praise that comes to an employee who gets within touching distance of his salary cap – without having to roll about on the floor, begging.
Levy couldn’t afford to invigorate the squad effectively, and throw £340million into the stadium project.
Nor could he get away with shifting any more big first team names, after Kyle Walker was sold, as the club needed to sell season tickets.
Does Pochettino’s project gain a new lease of life if Spurs are magnificent today? That doesn’t make any sense. We’ll only be waiting for West Ham or Arsenal, or a resurgent Chelsea to remind us of the truth.
If anyone is interested, there’s a good video on YouTube, Statman Dave, on the uncanny parallels with Poch’s Spurs and Klopps Dortmund, albeit they won the Bundesliga. The decline of the pressing game, the burnout of players, the loss of form by players, sales of best players, the failure to reinvest in quality, the bad atmosphere, the heartbreaking loss of a Champion’s League Final, and sadly the departure of a much loved , charismatic manager.
Flashback to CL Final, they have our number, as Poch so truthfully said of that final, it was an all or nothing game, and Spurs got nothing. Less than nothing maybe, as collapse in morale and even bigger loss of form followed. We’ll do them a favour as usual, maybe a penalty, own goal, or its almost time for another Aurier sending off. 3-0.