It is tricky to decide where to begin when reflecting upon Tottenham’s season. Should the emphasis be upon the first trophy in 9 years and European qualification, or the mid-table finish and lethargic end to the season?
Football is a tumultuous game and football fans can sometimes have short term memories. The recent run of results for the last 2 months have been disappointing. Not exactly poor, but flaccid, inconsistent, disinterested. A string of 1-1 draws against Middlesboro, Blackburn, Wigan and Bolton epitomised this mediocrity. The heavy defeat at Birmingham may have been put down to overblown Wembley celebrations taking their toll, but the second-half mauling at home to Newcastle was inexplicable and surely unacceptable in all Lilywhite eyes. Wins over Portsmouth, Reading and West Ham, and a thrilling 4-4 draw with Chelsea complete a run since lifting the League Cup of Won: 3, Drawn: 5 and Lost: 3. Not good, but certainly not terrible.
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I think we can safely say that the honeymoon is well and truly over. King Ramos is no longer an incongruous, swarthy figure sitting in seat where our lovable Dutch mate used to sit. It’s no longer a momentary jolt to see Ramos, Gus and the other one egging on the team from the sidelines and it has to be admitted that there have been very encouraging signs in terms of performances. Wham away we would have lost under Jol but Ramos had us fighting back those mockney dogs and we should have gone on and won the game if Defoe knew how to take a penalty. The following game, Aalborg at home, Ramos displayed his tactical nouce and dragged Spurs kicking and screaming to a victory when all seemed lost at half time. Skipping past the Birmingham result (sunk by another wonder goal) we trashed a previously undefeated at Eastlands Man Citeh and then pulled of a stunning result and performance against Portsmouth away. It’s only now things have tailed off but we were always going to lose to the vermin (or any other ‘top four’ team) and anyway, we had the destruction of Fulham to ease the pain.
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I have that sick feeling again. Over the last two years we have been in a dreamland by comparison with todays complete and utter rubbish some have the nerve to call a football team. After a couple of seasons of staring at only the top half of the league table, I now find myself squinting at the wrong end with Tottenham Hotspur FC in dire, dire straits. This season has been nothing short of a catastrophe purely of THFC PLC’s making. Drunk on success and greed and not unlike a modern day Greek Tragedy our self appointed leaders are guiding us towards oblivion as the behemoth that was THFC disintegrates into a disparate bunch of separate entities hiding under the guise of a football club.
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