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Do not let Jose Mourinho tell you this (the 3-1) is all down to VAR.

This is what many of you wanted. A serial winner. The man with a certifiable skill set and trophy cabinet silverware haul. You lot wanted a cup (he got us knocked out of two faster than you can say FFS). I wanted a manager to give my team an identity and build towards something. Yes, we need new players but there has to be something, an indication in amongst the experimentation, to suggest we are on the right path. I still see nothing to suggest otherwise. All I see is a re-branded ego that scapegoats our record signing.

Yes, yes…our problems go back further than a year ago. This is inherited for sure. We know this, we’ve discussed this. I have often attempted to reason with patience, with the understanding this will take time. Because it does take time. So why am I suddenly irrational?

I don’t know, I just feel like venting. It’s not something I do. It’s something I often bemoan. But this is where JM and his lack of style with the football has got me. It’s got me caring about Spurs again to the point where I don’t actually care. I’m not meant to care in the first place, considering I wanted this shambolic restart to be null and void before a ball was re-kicked.

Some of ‘us’ could not wait to see the back of Mauricio Pochettino (not me). Even if it was time for him to leave, the disrespect and lack of appreciation was tangible from a certain element of the fanbase. We got told that Jose - and his pedigree - would get something out of this squad and do so quickly. Proving that Poch did not have the necessary edge himself.

I was alright with it. I was still hurting from the Champions League final and the ghost penalty. I was okay to sit back and wait. See what happens. Retain balance. Not be too eager to judge.

lol

Away to Sheffield United, a team with three defeats on the trot, half a defence missing and we proceed to showcase some of the most inept passing I’ve seen for a fair while. No real tempo and bite. In pockets, occasional good football but no end product. It was too limp. It was poor. Where it mattered most; that last ball or killer pass or shot.

There was no essence of a nucleus, a machine terraforming the turf to the tune of Oh When the Spurs. There is still no new dawn creation. No Titans. No fire. Just the clay. It’s more Morph than it is Prometheus. It’s more stop-motion comedy than it is wily intelligence.

Yes, it should have been 1-1. VAR is full proof if say football was corrupt and the powers that be wanted to influence games. I’m not saying it’s been used maliciously at all. But thanks to the ambiguity of the letter of the law (in context regarding the passage of play that results with the technology kicking in), there is no trust in the process and decision making. There is no consistency. The application, the relationship between the football, the law and the pause for the Blade Runneresque Esper investigation to play out. It’s parody. So tin foil hat or not, the interpretation and the on-screen replay and graphics can not be trusted.

Lucas was fouled, or at worst, accidentally pushed (he was fouled). So where is the common sense in punishing him for the ball hitting his shoulder? I’m done. Down the other end, if the ball is launched towards a player, hits an arm, it’s a penalty. The letter of the law is crayon scribbled nonsense.

We’re going to need a VAR for the VAR soon.

Regardless of this, our defending was sh*t. How’s that for punditry? Diabolical effort and positioning and awareness. This from a Mourinho team, where apparently he excels. I shouldn’t be this bothered about it. Not with how the pandemic and the authorities have broken the fourth wall with seeing out this spectator sport without the spectators. I should instead embrace what I’ve stated many times, that these games exist for the sake of integrity (code name for the money).

Spurs have already blown their chance for Champions League this season. Hopefully we won’t finish in a Europa League position and then we’ll have no excuse to work on momentum and the bread and butter of domestic league form come next season. That’s if we have any money to spend on players what with the club brand being hit hard with no elite competition to participate in.

I've never knee jerked this hard. Thank you Tottenham. Now I know how it feels. I don’t like it. Hopefully I’ll wake up tomorrow morning and realise I’ve over-reacted and Spurs go on to win all their remaining games.

Hello?

Hello?

Is this thing on?

Anyways, just checked, and apparently Pochettino is available. Worth a punt I reckon.

COYS

Spooky
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