Just spent the better part of an hour watching all the old 'AVB, welcome to Spurs' videos floating around Youtube. Such hope. Such expectation. And most importantly, such confidence that finally, at long last, we had a manager whose plan for games was more than 'go out there and play'. A tactical, calculating, steely young manager ready to show the world why he was right and they were wrong, building a dynasty at Spurs in the process that would last well beyond him. A man who would take us, kicking and screaming, into the modern era. At last.
And now, it looks like we've come full circle. A hesitant, probably somewhat panicky young manager facing criticism from all angles and a team unable to pass two metres forward against a Norwegian pub side earning 1/1000th of what they do. And, finally, some GG members turning on our once-hailed messiah, claiming that he's too calculating, too cautious, too focused on a system instead of allowing spontaneity. An exact reversal of the criticism his predecessor faced (too off-the-cuff! too open! no plan B!) with the same symptoms reoccuring (unable to break down gritty, no-nonsense sides/horribly weak mentally/no spine, no bottle, no heart/seemingly on the verge of a collapse).
Some things just don't ****ing change, eh?
----------------Lloris----------------
Walker---Daws------Chiriches---Verts
---------Sandro-----Dembele-------
Lennon--------Lamela-----------Siggy
---------------Soldado------------
Come on, Andre. Somewhere down there beneath that puffy overcoat beats the heart of a brilliant young manager who blasted absolutely everyone he faced into pieces with a Porto side that, two years on, would still like nothing better than for him to return and rebuild that joie de vivre they had that magical year. Overcome your fears. Instill some courage into the hearts of our scared young men. Put your doubts and misgivings to one side. Trust them. And get them to trust you.
Restart your second beginning here. Against Manchester ****ing United. No better place, and no better f*cking time.
Show us what you've got, Andre. Or at the very least, go down swinging, clawing, biting, and swearing.
3-2 Spurs. Dembele with the first, a Rooney equalizer,followed by a Jones header from a corner. After half-time, though, a Spurs blitz, one that lasts the entire forty-five,and fills United hearts with palpitating fear and Spurs hearts with long-suppressed pride. Siggy with a long-range screamer to level it, forty minutes of bashing down the door and then finally a Soldado penalty in injury time to seal a famous come-back.
Fairy tales don't get much f*cking better. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!
