Do I have to explain it to you, again?
oh no, it's the Morning Line
The process of trawling the Old Trafford data wreckage begins in earnest today, as I had a meeting scheduled for yesterday morning, and we don’t play again until Sunday when the occasionally enterprising Newcastle United turns up in N17.
Before the loss against United, I had demonstrated uncanny powers of reason and posited the notion that neither United nor Tottenham were much good and that a European Super League would find them out.
That game was a brochure to support the cruelty of my slander. Watch it again in black and white and call it ‘The Keystone Kops On The Ball’. It was a shambolic game that Amazon’s insane commentator branded passionate and entertaining.
Nor worth the inflated price of admission, is what it was.
Spurs were bland; lacking in invention, guile, or anything else that right-minded people would pay a tonne of money to watch.
I’m fatigued by people commenting on Spurs who are so wilfully ignorant of what goes on at the club or are just in a pointless wind-up.
The toxic positivity needs calling out and casting out. Nobody is interested in your piety. Mother frequently doesn’t know best, and Mother in this specific instance is a 25-carat imbecile.
If you want to sort out Spurs, then you need to remove Daniel Levy from anything player related.
Pontificating over Conte’s tactics is another waste of time, stop it. He’s always set up like this, and you’re simply showing off how unworldly you are about football.
Our problem is the dysfunctional junk Levy has amassed. A coach with no bench is a sabotaged coach.
Eric Dier is reborn! No, he isn’t. Ben Davies is a solid club man. No, he isn’t, Harry Winks is part of the wrong end of £120million that Levy has spaffed up the wall over the years. He’s hiding in Sampdoria’s physio room. Hasn’t kicked a ball. Tanguy Ndombele is going through the motions at Napoli. The list is endless because this has been going on for over 20 years.
I’ve heard in all, you’ve been in my ear for years and my patience is exhausted with the white noise of it all. You, you clueless happy clappers.