The arrival of Nuno Spirito Santo has been the sort of prolonged labour one would wish upon any living creature, 70 plus days of hot water, towels and occasional blood-curdling screams.
To be clear, I take exception to anyone instructing me to ‘get behind’ anything. Also, it’s nothing personal, I am sure Nuno is a terribly nice chap.
The issues centre wholly around repairing the pre-existing damage inflicted by the club upon itself, and nothing else.
There is little money, and the devaluation of the existing personnel only serves to compound the sense of being cut adrift that envelopes Spurs. The suggestion that merely a new voice can somehow charm and coax meaningful improvement from a squad that has already watched the demise of two well-respected managers is fanciful.
Another element of discussion I’d like to summarily ignore is the optimistic chitter-chatter about Nuno having brought Wolves up and having done well, and then having been undone by injuries. The cold truth is, I don’t care. Think of the film The Fugitive, where seemingly trapped between a US Marshall with a gun and a leap into a probable certain death waterfall, Harrison Ford says defiantly, ‘I didn’t kill my wife’, Tommy Lee Jones bluntly replies, ‘I – don’t – care.’
That’s me with the gun, and those of you comparing apples with oranges, you’re the ones about to have a bath.
Who coaches Tottenham is entirely academic, and I am tired of all of this, all the faux optimism and empty good intentions. Can Nuno make Dele Alli live up to the hype? Can Nuno teach Eric Dier how to make better decisions? Will Nuno influence the transfer strategy at Tottenham? The answer to these and most other questions have already been decided long before today.
I wish Nuno well, but without any futile attempt at optimism. I wish him well in a ‘mind how you go’ sort of way. If the Portuguese delivers results that are better than well, then an invitation to the Magic Circle is guaranteed.
Lastly, I beg not to be kept updated about anyone feels. Winning is the one and only metric, and to all counterarguments, I would respectfully ask that Tommy Lee Jones’ wise words above are applied.