As Tottenham fans, we are more than used to tolerating mediocrity. What keeps us going is that intangible hope. No matter how rubbish we have been, we have always hoped that tomorrow we will be better.
He has been in every sense ‘Mr. Tottenham’. Second only to Harry Kane, Jan deserves a trophy more than anyone else in the current squad.
At the start of this season it was clear to see a disconnect between the manager and squad, something had to give and in the modern world of football it was the gaffer that bit the bullet.
I remember looking up to the skies above Wembley and shaking my head in pure astonishment. It felt surreal; like I was experiencing some hallucinogenic high but that I’d wake up at any moment.
We all know what happened next. Thank you very much Petr Cech and thank you very much Jonathan Woodgate. Pandemonium in the stands.
Billy Nick understood what Europe means to Spurs. We even won the UEFA cup under the lights at White Hart Lane in 1984.
Mourinho is not going to nurture young talent, he’s going to squeeze whatever is left of our current squad and hopefully end our long trophy drought.
Yet, unlike Bale and Modrić who left at the peak of their powers, every insipid performance until his departure is confirmed ensures Eriksen’s Tottenham legacy is tarnished further.