Simon Jordan is the home of common sense. In the midst of many fans calling for José Mourinho’s head at any given opportunity, here we have rational thought and reason. These players are in the main lauded, showered in money that would make a Pharaoh blush, and yet they are nothing but senseless automatons that need to be instructed how to play football? Show me a player without instinct, and you have the difference between a professional jockey, and someone enjoying a donkey ride on the Blackpool promenade.
The echoes of Pochettino’s final furlongs at Tottenham are plain to see. It’s neither Simon Jordan’s fault nor mine if some refuse to look at the evidence.