Thursday 28 April 2011

We Can Still Go Fourth

                                    Yeah, I couldn't find the actual PMA advert. It's lost in time...


Well it would seem that I have assumed the role of the trousers-round-the-ankles, tea cosy hat wearing, casio keyboard playing in the high street, mentally deranged hobo, in my backing of the Totters to dramatically clinch fourth place, starting with a win at Stamford Bridge. A pox on 6th place, I’m not giving up hope that this will still be a season to remember, despite the bombardment of logic. No no, I’m fine, honestly. I’ll be on the cross if anyone wants me.

Another away trip to a ‘top 4’ ground where we haven’t won since the old King died; Ho-hum, groan groan, or the beginnings of a truly Tottenham-inspired script? They’ve picked up 22 from the last 24 Premier points, while we’ve not won away since our trip to a woefully out-of-form Sunderland. Sounds like it’s about time they lost a game of footers to me. Oliver Stone’s attached to direct.

Tongue out of cheek for a moment, we are obviously not favourites, but we’ve still got a decent shout. Is a win at chelski, and a spammers win up at citeh, really that out of the question? If you can accept that, no, it isn’t beyond the realms of possibility, then we might actually be back in the driving seat by the time I get a chance to sit down in front of this wordey flicker box again. Lamenting the failings of our troops, and looking at the increasingly extraordinary attitude of Harry Redknapp in the face of reasonable criticism can wait until the end of the season. For now, we’ve got games to win, and a PMA from the supporters wouldn’t go amiss.

Team news? Benny’s twisted giblet looked a bit painful, so it’ll probably be Bassong at LB, while I’m sure Crouch will be deployed alongside VdV. The only one I have any sort of burning desire to see is Sandro, who has been excellent every time (apart from Bolton away, obviously) he’s pulled on a Tottenham shirt, and I’d be willing to wager will be there with Modric and Kyle Walker as the first names on our team sheet for next season.

Don’t see any point in talking about their lot and who they will or will not have up front. They’re in the way of us and 3 points, so let’s get our heads down and set about breaking through, and help me hoik those kecks of mine just a little bit higher.

Tuesday 26 April 2011

Don’t Stop Believin’


A later reaction than Gareth Bale in a penalty box, but the important thing is, this literary tumble has finally appeared. And it’s probably best that it’s been a few days since Saturday’s disappointment, because I’d hate for it to come across as an embarrassing attempt at cheerleading on the deck of a sinking ship.

At 1-1, I said it had 2-1 written all over it. When the fourth of four excellent finishes appeared, fourth place was effectively done fo(u)r, and we’re now four points behind. No sooner had we wrested the initiative back with a point over the goonies, than we go and hand it straight back. Annoying.

Despite the dropped points, I was strangely unconcerned. My ‘both teams to score’ acca came in, so that could be blamed for drowning out the sound of the death knell momentarily, but that evening, the next day, and even after City’s win last night which, if you believe the twitteratti, was supposedly the final nail in our coffin, I’m still not filled with doom and gloom of defeat. Perhaps I’m kidding myself in thinking that we’re still going to do it, but that equaliser was pure theatre. Pure Tottenham.

To start, we weren’t that bad. Not spectacular by any means, but not too bad. We’ve played worse and won. We’re also not Manchester United, capable of unfussyily grabbing 3 points from a largely forgettable encounter 9 times out of 10. Don’t be too down hearted, we’re not at their level yet. What we are is a largely well run club with several on field personnel that can still make us a fourth placed team. Micro-analysis of dropped points aside, I honestly still believe we’re still a club moving forward.

When have we ever done anything the easy way? I don’t mean this to come across as a submissive lament; how a besotted guardian will shake their head at a naughty puppy, smiling all the while with a giggle in their tone, but as a straight-faced statement of it being exactly the way we roll. To counter the doom mongers, when has every predicted result ever come in? If it was that easy to predict with certainty and with 5 games to go (some Nostradami have had us written off since March or earlier), who ourselves and Manchester City will be beating or getting beaten by, I wouldn’t be getting excited about a one-off acca win. I’d quit my job and be a professional gambler, leaving a string of broken bookmakers in my wake.

I’m not saying I have an unwavering belief that we’ll finish fourth. We’ve thrown away enough points to make it almost inconceivable that we could even still consider finishing in the top four a possibility. But so it remains, and if we were chasing down any of the more established sides, I’d make us rank outsiders for turning around a 4 point deficit with 5 games to go, but we’re chasing down Manchester City. Manchester bloody City! A side that have never had this kind of pressure thrust upon them, and a team that will be relying on Dzeko and Balotelli to score the requisite number of goals from now until the end of the season to keep them there. Such has been their ‘impact’, I wouldn’t bank on them bringing the requisite number of boots into training.

I am of course basing all hope, like every Tottenham fan, on our ability to go up to MiddleEastlands and turn in a repeat performance of last year, without which we certainly will be rank outsiders. If we then assume that we will succeed, we’ve got a one point swing to deal with- we’ll say 2, what with the goal difference. 2 points to turn around and you’d think we were facing an ascent of Everest in shorts and t-shirt, such is the hopelessness of our prospects. Or maybe it’s self preservation? Write us off and wash your hands of all supporting responsibility? Not on my watch, and while there’s a very realistic chance we can still return to the top table, I’ll still believe we can do it.

Tottenham are 9/1 to finish fourth. I’m in!

Thursday 21 April 2011

Tottenham v arsenal- Player Ratings

Another great picture from @mattcg. A link to his Spurs drawings blog is there on the left.


Gomes, 3- ‘I’m tryin’ real hard Ringo. I’m tryin’ real hard to be the good shepherd’. I maintain he’s a good keeper but he’s being pedalled out while struggling for form. Is his missis doing the dirty on him? Is he losing sleep over the plight of the rainforest? Whatever it is, get the required psychological super glue or sticky tape out to fix his head back in place for the next 6 games.

Charlie, 4- Wallpaper. Early assist for VdV aside, his presence was only highlighted when Kaboul (6) came on and contrived to provide a threat in his stead.

Dawson, 7- Lost count of the number of times I yelled ‘WIN IT!’, followed immediately by ‘WELL UP DAW’S!’. Those with the privilege of watching the super slow-mo on their goggle boxes are saying he was at fault for at least one of the goals. If he was, the balance of his contribution was good enough for him to walk off the pitch with his head held high.

Gallas, 7.5- Battled like a… bloody…lion. A lion with cramp. Among the favourites for our player of the season.

Benny, 9- …and so is he. Are you watching Alan Hanson? Time and time again, he was strong, clever and efficient with his distribution. An almost faultless display from a player who rarely gets the plaudits he deserves. Outstanding, young man.

VdV, 8 (bonus point for the goals)- Better, but still not the assured touch of early season. Two great finishes, and done his level best to be as ‘orrible as every one of their lot. Very promising for the sprint finish.

Mods, 6- Weak. Not often I say that, but he bottled a couple of 50/50’s and was knocked off the ball too easily. Still composed enough in possession to have been decent. Unlucky not to get the penalty.

Thudd, 4- Goal aside, he was the wrong side of average. Back in body but not in form. Hehehehehe. Bodyform.

Bale, 3- Unfit? Brainless? When you’ve got half a pitch to run into, don’t amble about looking at Luka’s feet, get on yer bloody bike. Don’t believe the hype, you’re not that good Gareth. Thankfully replaced by:

Lennon, 7- Genuinely had them worried. Wonderful run to draw the penalty. Wiki link him to ‘impact sub’.

Pav, 6- Ran about a bit, worked hard, found a team mate most of the time. Wasn’t given any chances and didn’t create any. Replaced by:

Sandro, 7- More of this type of thing young man, and you’ll be first on the team sheet with Luka next season. Harrys biggest gaff of the night was choosing Thudd over our Brazilian ball buster from the off.

Crouch, 6.5- Won lots of stuff in the air in our box and in theirs. Pushed all over the place but didn’t get any favours from the man in black. Carried a threat from first to last.

Torturous to behold, but some great stuff to look back on. The point is more useful to us as it at least puts us in the driving seat for fourth, while theirs effectively ends any slim hopes they had of a late title bid. And now they’re third.

Not around tomorrow for a West Brom preview, but suffice to say that the point salvaged last night will go from ‘mildly disappointing’ to ‘decent’ if we do what we ought to and give Woys boys a darn good thrashing.

Wednesday 20 April 2011

Tottenham v arsenal- Our Past Sins and the Turning Tide


This NLD business was a lot easier when we were rubbish. For the 10 years prior to the last few, the Lilywhites played the plucky, at best, losers to the goonies as they went in search of greater prizes. It was our ‘cup final’, where we’d occasionally flirted with victory, but inevitably had to settle for a point at best while watching them turn attentions to the bigger fish in the Premier pond; our own reign of incompetence seeing them treat the annual Tottenham visits and excursions as ‘just another fixture’ to swat away. There was always a sense that their followers struggled to rouse even the most basic of schoolyard posturing, every inevitable victory after every insipid Tottenham surrender, such was often the manner of our collapses. At least they were good enough to recognise that we were still rivals in a local sense, just enough for us to feel that ignominious sting of derby defeat that little bit more.

But this is a brave new world where, keep it to a whisper if you must, but the tide is turning. ‘F**K OFF YOU DELUDED SPUD C**T’, is a typically eloquent response you may tease out from one of their wandering, dead-eyed troglodytes to this particular suggestion; not because they don’t see it, and feel the need to point out how wrong we are, but in fact because they know, being on the fading crest of their early-noughties wave, that we’re right. And they’re more than a little worried. Want proof? Anyone who bore witness to the truly pathetic and *literal* song and dance that their fans made after beating (after extra-time) our youth/second string (not in their universe where there’s half a team of first team regulars, mixed with a second string, but an ACTUAL team of youth and second string) in the Carling Cup will testify to how monumental this was for them. Redemption for last year’s title hope quashing defeat at fortress White Hart? Not quite.

Further proof? The fun we all had following our win at their place earlier this season. If the game didn’t bring enough smiles to our faces; our message boards alive with Spurs fans indulging in online group-hugging to an almost sickening level to follow our sickeningly sweet triumph, but for once, the intrusion of their number into our territory was welcomed whole-heartedly, as the baiting, back-biting and the sheer stench of their desperate protestations was a joy to behold; quoting their ‘invincibles’ and stating that they’re a team on the verge of something truly special one moment, then accusing us of living in the past and labouring under delusion the very next. You couldn’t make it up.

And let’s not forget the joy they took in laughing off our pursuit of Champions League football; written off and derided at every turn, with the inevitable ‘u woz aaat ov yur depf’ when we finally succumbed the most successful side in the history of the competition. I’d offer an equally predictable ‘how was your quarter-final?’ in retort, but their disappearing smiles as we marched on and marched beyond their best efforts  in our debut season, summed up their embarrassment better than I could ever hope to do.

So to our impending clash at The Lane, where the water bottles of Tottenham have been put on red alert for the arrival of Doctor Wenger. The past be damned, as the measure of any decent side is their ability to bounce back from adversity, and surely with a burning desire to avoid being remembered as the seasons comic relief, that lot haven’t fallen so far as to not be considered a significant challenge.

Good news for us sees Emptycrates winning-goal bagger Kaboul ready to be selected at right-back, although Harry’s caution in allowing Charlie to continue there against Real could mean that he sits out the start to provide an extra threat towards the closing stages should it be required. Lennon and Bale are almost certain starters, but will Harry stick with the Mods/Thudd partnership that proved to be a winning combo against the same opposition last year, or will he be tempted to shoe-horn the off-colour VdV in at the expense of Pav? It wouldn’t be my choice, but I’m guessing that’s exactly what he’ll do.

The NLD business is a lot more complicated for us these days. No longer just our one cup final, but one of many in this new era of competitive and intent-filled Tottenham campaigns. Defeat wouldn’t quite kill off the dream of a return to the big time, but it certainly wouldn’t help, and now that this fixtures resonance goes beyond mere pride, it will smart all the more. Win, and we catapult ourselves into the driving seat for another go, and in so doing, extinguish any remaining hopes they had of challenging for the title. Just like last year.

It’s on the edge of the edge, of the edge, of a knife edge this one, but here’s to 3-1 to the men of Hotspur.

Monday 18 April 2011

Gareth Bale and Doctor Wenger’s Wonderful Fanschmabulous Imaginarium



So Gareth Bale wins the PFA player of the year award. Even in victory however, there are still plenty of things to complain about as a Totter, like how he’d probably not even be OUR player of the year (that one should surely be Luka’s?), or how he isn’t even, statistically speaking, the most ‘productive’ Welshman in the league; an accolade that falls to Simon Davies who’s provided more chances and assists than our boys-own hero. While I’d go along with a lot of this, particularly the bit about him not being as consistent a performer as Luka, we have to bear in mind that this award was voted by his fellow players.

Two things to consider, given the timing. Imagine you’re a squad player at Wolves in January. You’ve just finished training, it’s bloody freezing and you want to get home. Someone hands you a piece of paper and asks you for your opinion on which of your fellow professionals you’ve been most impressed with, and you’re not allowed to vote for anyone at your club. Bearing in mind that neither you nor any of your pals have a chance of winning it, who do you vote for? You’ve got to vote for someone. Would you:

a) Check in with @optajoe and study all performance related statistics, cross-referencing with data from previous years winners and use your own judgement to assess the various demands related to the players individual position on the pitch, or would you…

b) Remember that Gareth Bale was really good in an important game a month back, and the papers are currently talking about him being the subject of a £50m transfer bid from some European teams with sexy names, then just say ‘that’ll do’, because it means you can get out of training a bit earlier and indulge your twin interests of shopping and playstations.

I’d say the Football Writers award might hold a little more gravitas.

In other news, Jack Wilshere managed to keep his tongue in his mouth long enough to pick up his own young player of the year award which, grudgingly; you’d be hard pressed to argue he’s not deserved. If only there was one for being an ‘orrible little ‘erbert as well. That trophy cabinet of his needs boosting from somewhere.

I realise this bear-baiting might not be the wisest course of action, given that we entertain the wounded goonies on Wednesday night, but come on, they’re great aren’t they? I feel bad having been thoroughly entertained by the Imaginarium of the good doctor without having bought a ticket. If the pitch-bound fare isn’t entertaining enough, we’re treated to the most wonderful encores without fail. Apparently you’ll DEFINITELY win games where you have no shots on goal, and apparently, stoppages within stoppage time don’t count as real time to be added. Oh, and tackling like a rhino on an oil slick in your own penalty area= no penalties. Ever.

Looking forward to Wednesday. I’m hoping that Sneezy gets injured again and Lehmann is selected.

Friday 15 April 2011

I Believe In You, Gomes

My pal, @mattcg from twitter done this awesome picture of you. A link to his other Spurs drawings are up there in the top left.

Dear Heurelho Gomes

You don't know me, but I've always been a big fan of yours. I've seen every one of your games at White Hart Lane from the Upper section of the South Stand, and although your experiences with the crowd are of the collective variety, I've come to see my interaction with you as a rather personal one. I still do the 'woooohhh eeeeeh' along with your crossbar jump routine thing at the beginning of the every second half, and have even been known to join in with the 'I'd let you sh...'... well, you know the words. I wouldn't really though, that would be a bit much. But you'd certainly be welcome round for dinner, or perhaps we could take our collective brood out on their trikes and get a Costa? Anyway, I'll leave the ball in your court.

Even though life at Tottenham didn't start well for you, I always believed because I'd seen first-hand what you could do after those UEFA cup games with your old club, PSV. No matter how many people called for your head, I would tell anyone that would listen that you were a class act, and to just be patient. That game at Fulham was certainly a test of faith, but I believed. Only after Ramos had gone did the full scale of the behind-the-scenes farce come to light; made to play with busted ribs, right? That breakdown at Stoke begun to make sense, and the haters had been silenced by your dignity in the face of such a brutal onslaught by those who were meant to be getting behind you. Let's not forget of course, the MOTD couch softeners, and the headline writers who had a field day with the endless 'calamity keeper' jibes. But like a real man, you kept your head down, kept working, and with the right personnel appointed around you and an arm around the shoulder from your new gaffer, the headline-making errors went away and you became one of the leagues outstanding goalies.

I can still see now, clear as crystal in my minds eye, you leaping from nowhere to claw that van persie header away in the dieing stages of our game against that lot, around this time last year. If it's not the best save I've ever seen live, then it's certainly the most memorable. This is the real Gomes. Not always conventional, but can do what only a handful of goalkeepers in the world are capable of. 20 Paul Robinsons wouldn't have got close to that header.

Growing up in Brazil, you might not have ever seen it, but in England, every Christmas there's a film called 'Santa Claus: The Movie' that routinely has a slot on one of the various channels, and is considered mandatory viewing in my house. Your current plight has got me thinking about the film during this unseasonable period, as the resemblances in your respective career arc's are quite striking.

Santa himself was faced with a daunting task after being selected as the next custodian at the North (London) Pole. Overwhelmed at first by the size of the task, the expectation placed upon him by so many elves, and a lack of belief from the wider public, Santa set about his task, produced some really top-notch stuff, and with the help of a loveable street urchin named Joe, eventually won back the love of the public. For the purposes of the rest of the story, Heurelho, I'd like you to think of me assuming the role of Joe, the street urchin, spreading the good word of your work.

But things started to go wrong again. The quality began to dip and suddenly the public weren't being given brilliantly crafted merchandise any longer, but hastily assembled rubbish that fell apart at the slightest sign of strain. Word had got around that Santa was turning out moody gear, and people were even more disillusioned than before. Where as before, you'd expect a solid toy from Santa 99 times out of 100, it was now more like 9 times out of 10. While everyone knew that a faultless production line was as rare as a gooner you can have a sensible football discussion with (i.e., non-existant), 90% reliability really isn't enough for someone in such a forensic business as his. But little Joe still believed, only this time he started taking actual beatings from his fellow urchins for the conviction of his beliefs! This bit doesn't mirror the movie EXACTLY, you understand. I bruise like over ripe fruit, but would certainly shake my head in a VERY stern fashion if I heard anyone besmirching your good name. Just so you know.

You'll be pleased to know, Heurelho, that the movie ends happily with everyone's faith being restored in Santa, and little Joe going to live with him in the North Pole (we'll discuss this bit further when we meet up), but not before Santa performs the 'super-duper looper'. I'm not quite sure what the point of this was, but it basically involves Santa getting all of the reindeer to do a massive loop-the-loop in the sky, something which they've been unable to do throughout the whole movie. I'm not suggesting that you should take responsibility for trying to catch Dudley Moore from an exploding sleigh (just remembered the point of it. Seriously, great flick), but if you could see your way to producing the goalkeeping equivalent in the coming weeks, I just know everyone will love you again, as I always have.

Gone are the days of me believing in Santa, but I believe in you, Heurelho Gomes

Lots of love

Rio

P.S. Whatever happens, please don't let Paul Robinson come back. I know he loves Tottenham, but so does my 5 year old nephew... and he's a f**kin sh*t keeper as well. He got beaten from 2 yards by his dog the other day. Seriously, it was embarrassing.

Wednesday 13 April 2011

10 Reasons Why We’ll Beat Real Madrid


Two camps for tonight. The one where I’m firmly entrenched is preaching that we’ve not got a prayer of getting 5 goals without conceding against a team that handed us a thorough tonking last time out. We could have 20 men out there and I still can’t see us scoring enough to progress. The other camp, where a work colleague of mine is currently based, is UTTERLY CONVINCED we are going to pull off the biggest result of all time and progress. He will be genuinely gutted when this doesn’t happen.

But enough of all the negativity; you’re here for fun, sunshine and rainbows, and where would we as supporters of the most glory glory of all the glory glory clubs be without a bit of blind optimism, and faith in the impossible. So here’s why we’re going to do it.

1) Central defender Pepe is suspended after picking up a yellow card in the home game. This will spread untold confusion among Real Madrid’s entire back line and they will almost certainly ship lots of goals.

2) Tactically, they are in limbo. They won’t want to sit deep and invite us onto them with Bale and Lennon on each side, but will be nervous about heading forward, lest they get exposed by said pace merchants. The level of tactical confusion will send them into meltdown and cause them to concede a couple before the break. They will then become even more confused and they will almost certainly ship lots of goals in the second half as well.

3) Di Maria, Albiol, Carvalho, Ramos and Ronaldo are all carrying yellow cards and in danger of missing the semi-final 1st leg against their fierce rivals, Barcelona. In a game they feel they’ve already won, none of them will want to pick up a card and endanger their chances of being part of this Euro super-clash. As a result, they will hesitate to make tackles and do things they normally would as part of their game, which will send this contingent, and by association every one of their team mates, into a whirlwind of confusion and they will almost certainly ship lots of goals.

4) White Hart Lane will be rocking, and I mean ROCKING. The Spanish powder puffs, unaccustomed to the claustrophobic surroundings of our famous old home and not wanting to get their shirts dirty, will crumble like breadsticks before the mighty roar of the crowd. They will melt like lollies in the London sunshine and will almost certainly ship lots of goals.

They are true professionals lead by an experienced European campaigner. There is no chance any melting or shipping on a grand scale will occur

5) Crouch suspended. As much as I love Peter, and as hard as he is to deal with in Europe, our change of tactics will have their heads SPINNING. ‘What? They’re playing it down the side in wave after wave of intent-filled attacking and not just looking for the big man with others backing him up?’, ‘passing into the feet of the forward, what in the name of all that’s good and holy are they playing at?’, will be the cries of the bamboozled Real Madrid players. They will not be able to handle this, go into meltdown and almost certainly ship lots of goals.

6) The dual-fuellers. Bal-non, the mythical two-headed demon hell beast will be unleashed and told to attack, attack, attack. No defensive duties you, freakish attacking phenomenon, over-the-top and don’t look back. In the first leg, Ramos and Marcelo were given the easiest of rides, but it’ll be an entirely different prospect for them tonight. They will, of course, suffer meltdown in the face of such relentless speed and trickery and ship lots of goals.

7) Tommy’s back! With him spraying pass after pass out wide and through the middle for Rafa, Mods and Pav (probably), there will be no need for a DM. Tommy can do it all. ‘Who is this giant of a man; the body of a heavyweight with a touch softer than an overcooked potatas bravas?’ they will all cry. The whirlwind of confusion will lead to another meltdown and yet more goals being shipped.

8) Kaboul will play. Whether it be at centre back for the struggling Gallas, or at RB to provide a greater attacking threat than Charlie, his Royal YouTubeness will play. Lennon AND the Raging Kaboul storming up the right, Younes in the box for set-pieces. Melting and shipping all over the place.

9) There has been plenty of spilling and not enough thrilling in this tie and we’re due some thrills. Our Champions League campaign, before we found all that boring discipline against AC Milan, was all about giving it a good go and playing without fear, which our performance at the Bernebau reeked of. Even if it’s only for a small 5 minute window, our chaps will have us crowing and thinking maybe, just maybe, the impossible dream is alive.

10) Erm, we’ll be playing in white and they won’t. ‘What sort of Hitchcockian, double-bluff, red herring, pseudo nightmare have we found ourselves embroiled in?’, they will all shout; confusion and panic spreading like wildfire through their unfamiliarly coloured ranks. The outcome is inevitable.

Tottenham 6 RM 1. Because you know we don't keep clean sheets.

Monday 11 April 2011

Tottenham Score Goals To Win Game


Mornin’ bluds. That was a bit more like it. Goal concessions aside, I’d agree with Harry that the first half was as good an attacking display as you’re ever likely to see from Tottenham. The movement of Mods and the much improved Rafa, thanks to the return of Thomas, was great to watch. The big man holding them both as twin yo-yo’s, allowing them to be thrust time after time down the highway to the Stokers danger zone, and quickly withdrawn again, with everyone’s favourite Russian doing an impression of someone on the verge of some very good form. Not famed for his work rate, he was IKEA-esque in his space-making and ordered functionality, with Peter providing the finishes that some of our less industrial-type assisting failed to glean reward from. Nice also to hear the crowd give him an extra loud cheer when the teams were read out. Despite what you might have read, the majority of viewers have, if not a burning love, then certainly a great appreciation for the lad who’s out-of-character loss of control on Tuesday was chalked up as just that. Great to see His Royal YouTubenes Raging Kaboul back in our colours as well. It was like he’d never been away.

The second half was fairly standard fare from a side working their way back to form. Not quite the dazzling attacking of the first, but enough of a threat posed while standing firm against the expected aerial assault to get the 3 points. Remaining home games are against WBA, arse, Blackpool and Birmingham. Away at chelski, citeh and liverpoor. Nice home games, stinky away fixtures. You’d have to say we’re looking for 5 wins as a minimum requirement.

An equally big game concerning our top 4 push happening tonight at Anfield where Defensive Midfielder United are the visitors. A favour from our friends on the Mersey would get the doubters doubting their doubts again and raise hope among the hopeful. Hopefully.

The end-of-season exhibition on Wednesday against Real Madrid next up, where Lennon is expected to have shoved enough Imodium down his gullet to get on the pitch this time. Let’s enjoy it. We’ve earned it.

Friday 8 April 2011

Do The Stokey-Cokey, And Turn It Around

Will our powderpuff's be returning to next seasons Euro party?

With the unpleasantness in mainland Europe swept firmly under the carpet, it’s back to toiling in the ol’ premmers. It might not have the shimmer of a European adventure against sexy opposition in tight shirts (what?) but it’s what the big boys prioritise at the beginning of every season, and holds the same Euro-gravitas for the likes of Wigan, Blackpool, and Saturday’s sluggers, Stoke City. Let us not forget that rubbing shoulders with our kind is victory in itself for clubs relying on good ol’ fashioned gumption and doggedness to get by. Two qualities we need to locate. Now.

Stoke aren’t the most palatable opposition at this juncture to try and get a result from. Sort of like being desperate for a nice dinner but being served up a horrible lump of gristle (McDonalds). I’ll take it, but I won’t enjoy it. Top scorer Jonathan Walters (9) is exactly the kind of forward we generally hate; grizzly, determined, aggressive, direct, and his goal against chelski last week shows he’s got a bit of quality to throw into the mix. He worries me. 2nd in the list of Stokes top baggers is Huth (8) which tells you all you need to know about how important Dawson, and probably Crouch, will be when defending our sticks. Nothing else I could talk about in terms of Stoke tactics will be news to anybody, so I’ll stop there.

I could just copy and paste the conclusion from yesterdays post, but I’d prefer to repeat myself if it’s all the same. Forget next Wednesday. The league now represents our best chance of a return to the top table where we’ve had some jolly adventures this year, and I for one wouldn’t be averse to giving it another go. No ‘he might be alright for Madrid if he’s given the weekend off’ nonsense please Harold. Get all the able bodied troops out on the pitch for Saturday and let Wednesday nights exhibition take care of itself. Play every minute as if it’s our last, because next years European hopes may just depend upon it.

Positive stuff in the shape of Stoke losing each of their last 6 away games. That’s tempered by us having not found the back of the net in 6 months (or something) however. Let’s be bullish and go for a 2-1 win.

Thursday 7 April 2011

Picking The Bones Out Of Madrid


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Well that didn’t quite go to plan did it?

A word on the opposition first if I may, who were everything we weren’t. Whereas the previous round saw talented Milan footballers stroll around the park and rely on talent alone to overcome, Real Madrid, possessing even greater levels of ability were prepared to put in a big shift and do the ugly things well to allow their creative players to shine. They didn’t give us a second on the ball, and our usually tidy passing turned in to all sorts of crappery, meaning we were unable to count a 5-pass move during the whole game. I don’t even know what the possession stats were in the end. Something in the region of 90-10 wouldn’t surprise me, such was their dominance and our horrible lack of composure.

So to the Lennon debacle. Did he bottle it? No, I don’t think so. However, if he’d been suffering since Sunday, where at least one or two training sessions of varying intensity would have happened in the mean time, why did Harry’s amazing ability to see a player struggling only kick in as the teams were about to emerge? As a paid pro, Lennon should have been far more insistent of course. Who knows what really happened, but to throw Jenas in, make him go middle, move Modric left, Bale right, just as the lads were emerging seems even more ridiculous in light of our sheer inability to hold on to the ball. These lads would have been a bit nervous as it is; changing a game plan to accommodate Jermaine Jenas 2 minutes before the CL anthem is beyond suicidal and would have had their heads spinning at exactly the wrong time, and very poor judgement from a guy famed for his man management skills. But Harry can only take a small portion of the blame on this one.

The experience and patience that radiated from Peter Crouch’s performance away in Milan disappeared. Not so much radiating but haemorrhaging and dribbling mojo at an alarming rate, with each ridiculously miss-timed challenge, Peters meltdown when we needed him most was a crushing blow from which we never recovered; VdV getting booked minutes after for kicking the ball away in frustration meant that our remaining ‘experienced’ contingent were just not able to drag us back up.

The defending for the goals was poor, obviously. Jenas on Adebayor (Bill Cosby with that barnet, right?) for the opener? It’s not as if Lennon was going to have that job anyway so who was supposed to be picking up their main aerial threat… 4 minutes into the game… with no particularly special movement to have bamboozled our back line? A by product of the confusion that had permeated the whole team. In terms of individual performances, it’s hard to pull out any ratings. I saw Sandro run with the ball at one point, and as this is the only piece of possession I can remember, I’m going to say he was our best player. Jenas gets the same mark as Crouch.

Moments, however, turn a game. Bale’s quick thinking from the throw in gave VdV a cracker of a chance, but unfortunately, the ball came right at his middle meaning it was too high too volley and too low for the flicked header. Bale, created by himself, had the best of our 2 chances and was unlucky to hit the side netting after Casillas had shown ample room at his near post for a shot to have got past him. Our one chance taken in Milan. Our one chance missed in Madrid.

To give credit, we fought bravely to keep it to one for a very long time. We rode our luck a bit with the Dawson penalty claim, but there were enough other blocks, headers, and marshalling the Madrid lads away from our goal as to redress the karma and keep us in with a shout. Even at 2-0, the next goal was going to be the difference between elimination and a fantastic result. Sadly, they got it… but even at 3-0? Still not impossible. An Inter Milan style performance, a couple of early goals and you never know… but the 4th goal killed it. It was harsh on the lads who’d battled so hard to keep the score in the realms of respectability and has all but ended our fantastic run in this great competition. We were beaten by a better team in every aspect of all that’s good about being a team. No shame in it, I’ve not seen us outplayed like that in a very long time.

So what now for Tottenham? The dissention threatening to leak from the rank and file needs quashing. Forget Madrid on Wednesday, get everyone who can play on the pitch for Stoke on Saturday as the league is back to being our best chance of a repeat show in the Champions League next year. It’s not the knocks along the way that will define us, but how we recover from them. Someone mentioned how we lost an FA Cup semi-final last year, only to recover to beat arse, chelski and citeh to finish fourth. Let us take the same level of retribution for the indignities suffered in Madrid on Tuesday.

No more mistakes, lest Thursday night football beckon.

* Picture courtesy of @mattcg. Link to the rest of his Spurs-inspired work is at the top left of this blog.

Tuesday 5 April 2011

Real Madrid Away- Don’t Mention The Tension


In the AC Milan preview, we focused on the sheer improbability of our club dining with such European royalty at this, the toppest of top tables. Appearing in the fixture was a victory in itself, and one in the eye for those who told us we’d never finish fourth, written us off at every turn, and told us that each step was sure to be our last. Well guess what, here we are, and now THIS is happening.

The time for revelling is gone however, and we find ourselves at the business end of a competition where we’ve excelled and found new powers of resilience and discipline along the way, never before seen in my lifetime as a fan of the Totters. 5 games from ultimate victory and automatic Champions League qualification for next year if you want to put it like that. Given our domestic form, it almost appears to be the easier option.

What of our opponents? In the name of professionalism, I’ve actually made a point of watching a couple of Madrid games since the draw was made (what next?! personally researched statistics?!) and have to say I haven’t been blown away. In the Madrid derby a few weeks back, some suicidal stuff from Athletico at the back effectively killed the game early doors, and Saturday’s home defeat to Gijon, Mourinho's first in 9 years, was sloppy. One eye on the European Champions elect eh chaps? For a proper benchmark, look no further than Barcelona ripping them apart earlier in the season, which is what we should ultimately be aspiring to. Think the professionalism and discipline of AC away, mixed with a swarm of wasps being exposed to radioactive serum and anabolic steroids and you’ve got some idea of what will be required.

Or maybe not, maybe just a repeat of AC will be enough to keep this one alive for the return leg in 8 days time when we'll almost certainly have to win the home leg. Real are a team of great individuals, but despite his best efforts, it would appear that Mourinho hasn’t yet got them playing as the functional unit he would like. More stats in the shape of them losing 4 of their last 5 matches against English opposition, with the other being a draw, and no goals in the last 4 of said encounters. Also, let’s not forget that this is Real’s first quarter-final in a long time for a club of their pedigree (8 years maybe, think I heard that somewhere), so the expectation of their fans and board may just prove too much on this group of players. Go a goal down to lowly Hottenham Totspur at home and it could get pretty ugly in the Santiago Bernebau. Star man Ronaldo mirrors our own Gareth Bale in a will-he-won’t-he fitness race, but Benzema, the one player that stood out in that Madrid derby, will definitely be out. Higuain’s fit again for Madrid, the man that Jose built his attack around in the early part of the season, and Spurs bogey man Adebayor should feature.

It’s looking pretty bleak at the back for us, and as Gallas continues to struggle, the oft dim-witted Bassong is ready to step in. If I know Harry like I think I do, even if Gallas is given a 10% chance of making it, he and all his nous will be risked alongside our Daws for this one, usual suspects on either side and between the sticks. As for the midfield, this is where it gets tricky. We heard the ‘we’ve got to give it a go’ line before AC and proceeded to be the picture of restraint, and I can’t imagine we’ll be any different tonight. Losing Peanut will be a big blow to Harry, if not the fans, but I still don’t expect to see Bale AND Lennon starting. My prediction is that he’ll go with a Lennon-Modric-Sandro-Jenas midfield, with VdV dropping in when he’s not supporting Crouch, and have Bale and Krankie ready to change it if the plan isn’t working and we need to be a little braver.

They said we’d never get fourth. We did it.
They said we’d never qualify for the group stage. We did it.
They said we’d never qualify from our group. We did it.
They said we’d never beat AC Milan. We did it.
They say we’ll get beaten by Madrid.

Keep writing us off. Please.

Monday 4 April 2011

Not Giving Up Yet


The game itself was sadly familiar fare. Like a night at your Nan’s, the day before your mates birthday party at Al’s Adventure House, it was all very reserved; mind your p’s and q’s, best behaviour, do just enough to show that you’re engaged so as not to appear rude, but not risking any wise-cracks that might put you in jeopardy for the big one. I sympathise in a way. If you strip away their status and wages, these are a group of young lads on the verge of perhaps the most glamourous night of their careers, so it’s only human that they would have an eye on tomorrow nights game when stepping out at Wigan. Who among us wouldn’t think the same? Unfortunately, with status and wages comes greater responsibility, and a level of professionalism and expectation that our chaps are just not used to. This, friends, is where our problems lie. Forget the striking debate, we’ve ample firepower to finish fourth, but that ‘winning mentality’ we all read about in the newsies and the glossies is what this lot are sadly lacking in any volume. With that in mind, like shining beacons at the DW stood the ever brilliant Modric, and young Sandro who appeared to play every minute as if it was his last. This is the stuff. It’s there, but the doses are too small. Show contextual videos of these 2 over and over until the rest of them get it. Or get that Belgian bloke who done all the studies of footballers psychological make up.

Having said all that, I’m not ready to wave the white flag of fourth position surrender just yet, despite a cringe worthy run of 3 points from games away at Blackpool, Wolves and Wigan, and a home dust up against West Ham. Compounding the gloom was City’s romp against Slumberland yesterday, a result that surprised everyone, not least their own gaffer. 6 points (effectively 7 with the GD) with a game in hand and another potential CL play-off against City at their gaff. Forget chelski. They’ve got too much to be dragged into our scrap. It’ll be an epic run in again, where we’ll slip up, but so will they. We’ll pick up points where we’re expected to drop them once more, and they won’t win every one of their remaining games. Keep the faith, faithful.

Madrid tomorrow then. Apparently Jenas is sitting next to Crouchy on the plane which means there will be ‘bants’. Marvellous.

Friday 1 April 2011

Wigan Ahead


Hullo!

Apologies for dipping out of signal, International breaks bring out the fair-weather in me and I just couldn’t find the effort to write about the 10 minutes of the Wales game I saw, or the 0 minutes of the Ghana game I was exposed to. That coupled with the fact that I set myself the task of washing, sanding, undercoating (x2) and top coating the kitchen cupboards after work every night this week has left me in a zombie-like state. Real life eh?!

From one domestic matter to another then, and it’s back to the grind on Saturday with a trip to Wigan. I’ve actually been to the DW; went a few years back in the 1-1 draw when Berbatov scored. Remember that? I was there and it was pretty forgettable so I shan’t judge if you don’t. Situated behind a retail park, boasting a massive JJB Sports obviously, the stadium looms discreetly on approach. ‘Functional’ would be a word I’d use to describe it; like the shop’s it’s surrounded by, there is no magic or glory in it’s anticipation or stature… but perhaps I’m just a spoilt Park-Lane-approachin’ brat.

For all it’s wallpapereyness (real word) I do however remember the Wigan fans singing to Emile Heskey ‘’used to be shite, but now ‘ee’s alright, walkin’ in an ‘eskey wonderland’’ which apparently passed as support up in them parts, and that the caterers did a particularly decent line in cheese pies. If you’re lucky (?) enough to be going, I urge you to sample this strangely brilliant northern delicacy. There is also a Pizza Hut in the same retail park should you choose to compound the utter misery that could well befall us if our chaps already have their heads in Madrid.

Wigan worry me. Not because they’re really brilliant at playing football or anything, but because they are just as likely to roll over for a 9-1 thrashing as they are to put on a performance of counter-attacking textbookery (more real words) and win 1-0. If it’s better the devil you know, then I don’t know what the devil to expect on Saturday. If memory serves, our visit last year had an offside Defoe goal and a handsome brace from everyone’s favourite Russian that kicked of a fantastic run of goal scoring form and helped get us to the Promised Land. Another Phoenix from the flames performance from our forward lads- hopefully Pav as I’m getting facial ticks every time I see Jermain Defoe- might just help set up a repeat during this end game.

Here’s some other Spurs stuff that hit my sloppy radar:

So we’re challenging the decision to award the stadium to the Spammers eh? I suppose it was too much to ask for us to bow out gracefully wasn’t it? As regular readers will know (hi Mum!), I’ve said all I’ve had to say on the OS hoopla, and shan’t be tempted back into comment until such time as there’s anything more concrete to comment upon. So there.

The ‘I know you are, but what am I?’ between ourselves and the Welsh continues over Gareth’s hamstring strain. They maintain it was us who done the injuring, Spurs physio-type fella Wayne Diesel says otherwise. I’m going to believe Vin’s harder and more handsome brother (almost certainly not true), because he’s got a funny name.

In other Bews (Bale news yeah?), no sooner has the lad signed a 4.5 year extension than we’re being linked to a lad named Bastos who’s to be his replacement when he does the off this summer. Still, talk that the new dealio has a few release/buy-out clauses seems to be in line with the way things are done these days. Last year we were contemplating a return to the Ropey League, now it appears that any player not guaranteed CL footers will be turning tail and running before you can say ‘Alex who?, and why does he want to talk to me?’ Still, nice to hear Gallas has signed a new deal which only the most belligerent Tottenham fan could argue he’s not deserved.