The traditional end-of-season message can be read in full on the club’s website. Quite frankly, even I was astounded by the lack of cognizance displayed by a man who really out to feeling the heat and demonstrating the teensiest bit of contrition. Instead, we get a pile of words that divert blame and fail to show any willingness to accept responsibility for what has become an untenable position.
Nobody cares about the spending on transfers – in fact telling us what you spent only serves to make this situation worse given how straightforwardly awful was the manner in which much of the money was squandered. To this end, this is not an atypical set of circumstances in which we find ourselves. Spurs by cheap, sell high and don’t win silverware.
The stadium’s value in any argument is only as good as the reality that is achieved with it. Has every penny been put back into the football team? I don’t know, but it would be great to see this evidenced. I’m afraid after ‘jam tomorrow’ for over 20-years, trust is thin on the ground. This ought not to be taken as a slur by one writer, Mr. Levy. It is YOU who now regularly has people screaming appalling things about you, beneath your office window.
Your search for a new manager is precisely because you decided to handicap one of the best coaches in the world. Those of us that understand football knew José would occasionally deliver some duff football. Those of us that understand football knew José would fall out with time-wasters. This is not secret knowledge from some inner sanctum – he’s been doing this since forever, and it is a by-product just like fillings inevitably follow eating too much candyfloss.
Just on the idea of a DOF? Please don’t bother, because that isn’t the core issue. YOU are. Paul Mitchell appears as what one might term a great guy – and yet you binned him. Can you see how that looks? If he was stealing Post-It notes, just tell us. Trust me, he won’t mind. Good ol’ Mitch, eh?
Please spare us more flim-flam and do 3 things with immediate effect. One – hire a coach who you can get a tune out of this aging and ‘sensitive’ squad of losers. None of them have won anything in a Tottenham shirt and these words ought to haunt them every day when they wake and see their face in a mirror.
As for losing sight of the club’s DNA, a full apology for not backing Pochettino for 18-months is still outstanding. I’m not interested in the European Super League debacle because it never actually happened.
Two – get the Kane sale done in a timely fashion. It is the seller’s responsibility to make provision, to prepare for succession management. Please do not waste time bickering over buttons. The new coach needs a full squad, a decent preseason and not to have an hour of his time wasted.
Three – get a replacement for Kane that is immediately up to the task. This, in plain language, means another Premier League striker who is ready, for, and able.
Maybe you’re just seeking to put on a brave face, but time is no longer with you, time is your absolute enemy and the interest in this particular ENIC brand is wearing painfully thin and whilst it would take a while for the board to start to feel it, empty seats and silent cashless terminals are not unthinkable – and much sooner than you might wish to believe.
You created this mess – and your first step to resolving it – is acknowledging that it is a mess. I would wish you good luck, but if the last two decades have taught us anything, you’d undoubtedly have a better idea of your own.
This message? Worth its weight in polystyrene chips.
