He's gone in the summer I think.We're a fucking Circus, being run by a
....a GOONER CLOWN at that!
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Management What is the culture at this football club ?
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All season it’s been shit one touch passes because most of the squad hasn’t the confidence to trap the ball cleanly, find an open teammate and/or beat a defender.
“Fuck I don’t want it, here’s hit and hope pass”
“Fuck I don’t want it, here’s hit and hope pass”
Lose, lose lose and lose again
Yes we are a top club. But the owners aren't top club calibre. They need to own a club like Burnley or Southampton not us. They need to fuck off.
Paul Barber would have been ideal as chairman, CEO. But we know why he was not considered to stay, to demonstrate his competence. By now, the psychological archetype of the former chairman was close to an insecure, control-freak, power hungry egomaniac.
I would have been more patient with the Paul Barber type of profile, instead of the strange behind the scenes stories by Hugo Lloris (the "finalists" watches before the Champions League final), Ange Postecoglou (weird whining before the final of Europa League), the self-serving interview with Gary Neville, the sacking of Mourinho before a final, etc...
I'm glad that I do not have an easy access to a firearm, seriously.
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We have become United on steroids in how we make players worse. I think a lot of fan are going to be shocked if we go down and Romero, Solanke, VDV, Kudus, Udogie, Porro, Vicario and the like all get big offers across Europe and do well for their new teams and we will ask why didn’t they do that for us.
I think it's pretty obvious they'd do better. They will be going to clubs that are in better positions which makes it easier for them mentally.
When you're at a club with constant injury crises which piles the pressure on combined with management that don't seem to see a problem with losing this is what you get.
Obviously the players have been a disgrace but I do find it hard to believe that its some crazy coincidence that all of them have been so bad at the exact same time and it having nothing to do with the environment they're in.
The fact that we have different players to when Conte had his rant and have gotten worse shows that.
Just saw this on FB
I was about 4 I reckon, when on a South Tottenham council estate, close enough to two grounds fairly equidistant from the flats we lived in, I asked what would be one of the most seminal questions of my life.
‘Who do we like Dad.. Spurs or Woolwich?’. There were you see, only two teams in the entire world in 1970.
My Dads dad, a strange mostly pissed man who kept budgies I think so he didn’t have to love his wife or his own kids, had been an Orient fan. Occasionally though, from his Clapton house, he would go up Stamford Hill with a Spurs supporting friend and watch Tottenham play. In the 50’s and especially the 60’s, there really was only one team to support in London. And so, his son started going and resulting in that question being asked by me in 1970… the confirmation was clear that it was Spurs. Infact it was slightly intoned… and as I was probably fresh from a war film or a western .. we were the goodies and the others were the baddies.
Later on a gloriously large wooden telly made by Telefunken .. a word imprinted on my brain forever I don’t know why… I saw the white shirts and the glory of them. I saw the weird red ones too.. with the sleeves that didn’t match. I have always hated that red colour.. I’m not even sure it’s football related… it just has no beauty for me.. it looks artificial. But I imagine it definitely is football related.. because it’s only natural that if you love one randomly given thing, you should probably have to dislike something equally as randomly too. There born, is your football rivalry.
Now the trouble with football rivalry is, is that unlike the ebb and flow of Glasgow’s finest and their sectarian bonkersness, you normally get one consistently better than the other. Here I’m addressing Sunderland, Everton, Birmingham, Man City ( pre lottery win ), QPR or Fulham, and of course Tottenham fans.
All my adult life has been dominated by losing to Woolwich. Arsene Wenger, Henry and Wrighty. When Spurs had a brilliant attack but no defence, our boyhood starlet came out of the academy and looked set to usher in a fix to give us some glory, before waking up to him on the back cover of the paper cuddling your fiercest rivals manager. We are the team that didn’t qualify for the champions league because our whole team went down with dodgy lasagne food poisoning before a vital game, we are the team that qualified for it then couldn’t play in it because Chelsea who finished 9th in the league.. somehow won the competition and earned the right to defend it. We are the team in our biggest ever game, had a penalty given against us after about 50 seconds for a handball so scandalous they changed the rule of handballs… STRAIGHT AFTER IT.
We are used to all these shenanigans. Every supporter of Spurs knows it’s a cosmic hell hole of all things unexpected. Privately we laugh about it as much as we despair about it. And then there’s the other team, who many years ago turned up on our patch, won promotion and got us relegated by a football league decision, better organised, better run, a whole lot more entitled… definitely the only team that could give us AFTV.. a collection of weird embarrassments, literally scrapping each other if god forbid Woolwich might finish 2nd again. Maybe being a comedy art piece of a football club as spurs are, gives you a humility that is better for you, but in turn will always keep you in the runner up spot your sacrifice demands. You can’t be glorious losers if you win can you?
My two brother in laws, who are the most wonderful pair any brother could want foisted on his sisters, god knows they need to be with those two high maintenance wonders, both defected to Woolwich from QPR and West Ham during the sexy French years. This obviously makes them both wankers. I do love these wankers though.
Alternatively, two friends of mine who liked Luton, came over to Spurs and are probably bigger fans than me now… and they are not wankers. Why? Because they chose to be cursed. That’s the difference. The fucking idiots.
Then, about ten years or so ago, something mad happened. In the laws of the universe I suppose it should have done eventually. A generational footballer came through our ranks. Because this is Spurs, he didn’t kill it for many years… bad loans after bad loans… we spent millions on a Spanish bloke that couldn’t score in a brothel, and out of desperation one day, put on Harry Kane who smacked the ball into one of the oppositions arses and it found its way in the goal. Auspicious no… but vital and magical.. yes.
Then, we get some South Korean kid, who seems to love the club like those young men in the 70s did.. except that they all had cockney accents and this one didn’t really actually speak. Just banged them in with his mate. Year in year out.
Then we got a manager finally who got it. He cried his eyes out on national tv when all the spurs stars aligned for the usual nearly but not quite.. and pulled it out of the fire. Obviously the next game was the handball match… but we were beginning to get our moments. A new home.. over the old one.. a genius bit of respect for history no one thought the bozos upstairs were capable of. So now.. tweak the team… we are nearly there… just tweak it.
Nope.
Instead, we have the finest NFL stadium in Europe. We host Beyoncé gigs. We have amazing go kart tracks. Because somewhere, the curse of corporate greed seen everywhere in our society slowly started to take over our beloved sport. Fans that loved football once can’t afford to go anymore. Fans that had to settle for watching on the telly, can’t afford to watch it on the telly anymore. And none worse than my club, because more so than any of the clubs.. they completely forgot about it being a football club. Little by little, the defeats didn’t hurt as much as they used to. I wondered why I felt so emotional that day that they smashed the old ground down, with an actual rainbow over the golden cockerel.. I think I knew that it had gone forever. Incredible though the speed of that to a decline that really only our club could pull off… terrible managers, no strategy, no identity, no signings except bad ones, until you get here, right where you deserve as the statistically worst team in the league… relegation. It feels like a catastrophe. But I can tell you and I’m not alone… absolutely predictable. You see, now they’re just trashing this thing that doesn’t feel like ours anyway. So it hurts less. But one old match of the day, with Hoddle and Perryman, two childhood football fans who played for their team, hits you right in the eye .. that you had something integral to who you are as a person.. your make up .. and some fucker in a boardroom just decided to sell it. Like all your euro nights, friendships, away days and limbs.. got transferred to a spreadsheet, and some faceless corporate with all of Tottenham in their hands and absolutely none in their hearts told you.. ‘sorry mate, there’s just not enough profit in it’.
As the hordes of rival fans home in on our pain, that we do have to admit this is bad enough… that your billionaire corporation is run better than our billionaire corporation. But.. it isn’t football anymore for any of us. Maybe I could go and watch at a vastly more affordable rate.. spurs play Preston next year.. the team we most admired so much in the 1800s we nicked their kit off them. Maybe our team will be all filled with local lads from the U21s called Smith or Watson even if their first names are Jaden or Cruise. Maybe I might enjoy it more, or maybe this is the sentiment of a man desperate to try to see some light in a tunnel that went out years ago. They did for me years ago you see, and it took a catastrophe, to make me realise.
Anyway. What they should do, is sack the daft coach, bring in that old twit Redknapp with Jermaine Defoe .. bin half the players that want to get out anyway, play the kids, tell them to go and make a name for themselves .. and if they do go down, go down swinging.
But that you see.. would make too much sense. We’ve never done sense.. and we ain’t starting now.
Owners of THFC, you are about to get what you utterly deserve. Us lot… not so much. Because this was the site of my grandad going on the terraces, my dad as a kid, me as a kid, taking my kids.. and you managed to whittle us down to facebook memes and jokes about spuds and spursy. Hey.. Maybe we get out of it .. but the feeling is well set and there already.. what do they say now .. ‘the games gone’ . It really really has. Not just ours either. It’s just as usual, we will carry that banner before everyone else. It’s just what we do. Ah well. Let’s go again.
I was about 4 I reckon, when on a South Tottenham council estate, close enough to two grounds fairly equidistant from the flats we lived in, I asked what would be one of the most seminal questions of my life.
‘Who do we like Dad.. Spurs or Woolwich?’. There were you see, only two teams in the entire world in 1970.
My Dads dad, a strange mostly pissed man who kept budgies I think so he didn’t have to love his wife or his own kids, had been an Orient fan. Occasionally though, from his Clapton house, he would go up Stamford Hill with a Spurs supporting friend and watch Tottenham play. In the 50’s and especially the 60’s, there really was only one team to support in London. And so, his son started going and resulting in that question being asked by me in 1970… the confirmation was clear that it was Spurs. Infact it was slightly intoned… and as I was probably fresh from a war film or a western .. we were the goodies and the others were the baddies.
Later on a gloriously large wooden telly made by Telefunken .. a word imprinted on my brain forever I don’t know why… I saw the white shirts and the glory of them. I saw the weird red ones too.. with the sleeves that didn’t match. I have always hated that red colour.. I’m not even sure it’s football related… it just has no beauty for me.. it looks artificial. But I imagine it definitely is football related.. because it’s only natural that if you love one randomly given thing, you should probably have to dislike something equally as randomly too. There born, is your football rivalry.
Now the trouble with football rivalry is, is that unlike the ebb and flow of Glasgow’s finest and their sectarian bonkersness, you normally get one consistently better than the other. Here I’m addressing Sunderland, Everton, Birmingham, Man City ( pre lottery win ), QPR or Fulham, and of course Tottenham fans.
All my adult life has been dominated by losing to Woolwich. Arsene Wenger, Henry and Wrighty. When Spurs had a brilliant attack but no defence, our boyhood starlet came out of the academy and looked set to usher in a fix to give us some glory, before waking up to him on the back cover of the paper cuddling your fiercest rivals manager. We are the team that didn’t qualify for the champions league because our whole team went down with dodgy lasagne food poisoning before a vital game, we are the team that qualified for it then couldn’t play in it because Chelsea who finished 9th in the league.. somehow won the competition and earned the right to defend it. We are the team in our biggest ever game, had a penalty given against us after about 50 seconds for a handball so scandalous they changed the rule of handballs… STRAIGHT AFTER IT.
We are used to all these shenanigans. Every supporter of Spurs knows it’s a cosmic hell hole of all things unexpected. Privately we laugh about it as much as we despair about it. And then there’s the other team, who many years ago turned up on our patch, won promotion and got us relegated by a football league decision, better organised, better run, a whole lot more entitled… definitely the only team that could give us AFTV.. a collection of weird embarrassments, literally scrapping each other if god forbid Woolwich might finish 2nd again. Maybe being a comedy art piece of a football club as spurs are, gives you a humility that is better for you, but in turn will always keep you in the runner up spot your sacrifice demands. You can’t be glorious losers if you win can you?
My two brother in laws, who are the most wonderful pair any brother could want foisted on his sisters, god knows they need to be with those two high maintenance wonders, both defected to Woolwich from QPR and West Ham during the sexy French years. This obviously makes them both wankers. I do love these wankers though.
Alternatively, two friends of mine who liked Luton, came over to Spurs and are probably bigger fans than me now… and they are not wankers. Why? Because they chose to be cursed. That’s the difference. The fucking idiots.
Then, about ten years or so ago, something mad happened. In the laws of the universe I suppose it should have done eventually. A generational footballer came through our ranks. Because this is Spurs, he didn’t kill it for many years… bad loans after bad loans… we spent millions on a Spanish bloke that couldn’t score in a brothel, and out of desperation one day, put on Harry Kane who smacked the ball into one of the oppositions arses and it found its way in the goal. Auspicious no… but vital and magical.. yes.
Then, we get some South Korean kid, who seems to love the club like those young men in the 70s did.. except that they all had cockney accents and this one didn’t really actually speak. Just banged them in with his mate. Year in year out.
Then we got a manager finally who got it. He cried his eyes out on national tv when all the spurs stars aligned for the usual nearly but not quite.. and pulled it out of the fire. Obviously the next game was the handball match… but we were beginning to get our moments. A new home.. over the old one.. a genius bit of respect for history no one thought the bozos upstairs were capable of. So now.. tweak the team… we are nearly there… just tweak it.
Nope.
Instead, we have the finest NFL stadium in Europe. We host Beyoncé gigs. We have amazing go kart tracks. Because somewhere, the curse of corporate greed seen everywhere in our society slowly started to take over our beloved sport. Fans that loved football once can’t afford to go anymore. Fans that had to settle for watching on the telly, can’t afford to watch it on the telly anymore. And none worse than my club, because more so than any of the clubs.. they completely forgot about it being a football club. Little by little, the defeats didn’t hurt as much as they used to. I wondered why I felt so emotional that day that they smashed the old ground down, with an actual rainbow over the golden cockerel.. I think I knew that it had gone forever. Incredible though the speed of that to a decline that really only our club could pull off… terrible managers, no strategy, no identity, no signings except bad ones, until you get here, right where you deserve as the statistically worst team in the league… relegation. It feels like a catastrophe. But I can tell you and I’m not alone… absolutely predictable. You see, now they’re just trashing this thing that doesn’t feel like ours anyway. So it hurts less. But one old match of the day, with Hoddle and Perryman, two childhood football fans who played for their team, hits you right in the eye .. that you had something integral to who you are as a person.. your make up .. and some fucker in a boardroom just decided to sell it. Like all your euro nights, friendships, away days and limbs.. got transferred to a spreadsheet, and some faceless corporate with all of Tottenham in their hands and absolutely none in their hearts told you.. ‘sorry mate, there’s just not enough profit in it’.
As the hordes of rival fans home in on our pain, that we do have to admit this is bad enough… that your billionaire corporation is run better than our billionaire corporation. But.. it isn’t football anymore for any of us. Maybe I could go and watch at a vastly more affordable rate.. spurs play Preston next year.. the team we most admired so much in the 1800s we nicked their kit off them. Maybe our team will be all filled with local lads from the U21s called Smith or Watson even if their first names are Jaden or Cruise. Maybe I might enjoy it more, or maybe this is the sentiment of a man desperate to try to see some light in a tunnel that went out years ago. They did for me years ago you see, and it took a catastrophe, to make me realise.
Anyway. What they should do, is sack the daft coach, bring in that old twit Redknapp with Jermaine Defoe .. bin half the players that want to get out anyway, play the kids, tell them to go and make a name for themselves .. and if they do go down, go down swinging.
But that you see.. would make too much sense. We’ve never done sense.. and we ain’t starting now.
Owners of THFC, you are about to get what you utterly deserve. Us lot… not so much. Because this was the site of my grandad going on the terraces, my dad as a kid, me as a kid, taking my kids.. and you managed to whittle us down to facebook memes and jokes about spuds and spursy. Hey.. Maybe we get out of it .. but the feeling is well set and there already.. what do they say now .. ‘the games gone’ . It really really has. Not just ours either. It’s just as usual, we will carry that banner before everyone else. It’s just what we do. Ah well. Let’s go again.
It’s chicken and egg though isn’t it?!
If the players put in a shift and had more mental fortitude then we’d be higher up the table and there’d be less criticism and pressure and that would enhance performances further.
When the ‘leadership team’ are behaving like tossers it’s very likely to drag the rest of the squad down.
"Little by little the defeats don't hurt as much they used to"
Probably the saddest truth of that piece I reposted above
Probably the saddest truth of that piece I reposted above
For me it's just this culture where there is a lack of fear factor or expectation of excellence.
Standards so that any prospective coach would not think twice about doing that. Even the way our captain is mouthing off at every opportunity speaks to this (though I absolutely agree with the points he makes)
Sport as a commodity. Maybe this explains it
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This club is a workplace like any other, and in any workplace you more of what you tolerate. When you let little things slip it can quickly cause discipline to break down. When you see someone lazy or making mistakes that aren't addressed, the culture of unaccountability spreads quickly. Culture is like a garden which must be maintained constantly.
A silly foul, lapses in concentration, not tracking your man, failing to be aggressive in a critical moment, laziness in training, playing time that isn't earned.... Players see it all and these things communicate what expectations are.
We have the culture we have at our club because the lowest level you allow to persist is what will prevail.
A silly foul, lapses in concentration, not tracking your man, failing to be aggressive in a critical moment, laziness in training, playing time that isn't earned.... Players see it all and these things communicate what expectations are.
We have the culture we have at our club because the lowest level you allow to persist is what will prevail.
"To Dare is to Look at the Score at 4.45pm on Saturdays"
The current organization is not seeing the value, emotional and otherwise, of the Pochettino era, and its importance for the club and the fans.
There is a more and more hints at a bollocks machine, fake corporate lingo propoganda as a strategy and no substance behind words.
Worse, it could be big egos trying to reinvent the wheel and jeopardize the reputation (and brand in their world) of a respectable first division football club, no matter what others supporters, fans, pundits, neutrals are saying. Ironically.
This is strange in every possible scenario, competing in european competitions 2 seasons in a row but failing to compete in the league at the lowest expectations levels possible (not at the bottom half of the table obviously).
Injuries is not the most insighful factor to explain this plight, but something deeper. 2 seasons of not finding even the beginning of the solution, a hint of real, subtantial hope for a better future. But dark clouds and apocalyptic transition post-Levy, with ENIC 2.0 and children of the former owner having a go at their new toy. Thanks to grabbing power of the family trust owning the football club.
There is a more and more hints at a bollocks machine, fake corporate lingo propoganda as a strategy and no substance behind words.
Worse, it could be big egos trying to reinvent the wheel and jeopardize the reputation (and brand in their world) of a respectable first division football club, no matter what others supporters, fans, pundits, neutrals are saying. Ironically.
This is strange in every possible scenario, competing in european competitions 2 seasons in a row but failing to compete in the league at the lowest expectations levels possible (not at the bottom half of the table obviously).
Injuries is not the most insighful factor to explain this plight, but something deeper. 2 seasons of not finding even the beginning of the solution, a hint of real, subtantial hope for a better future. But dark clouds and apocalyptic transition post-Levy, with ENIC 2.0 and children of the former owner having a go at their new toy. Thanks to grabbing power of the family trust owning the football club.