How many managers do we need to say that our squad is crap and mentally weak before Levy realises it? We knew that under Poch FFS. Too nice. Too chummy. Too bothered with the fucking vegetable patch and home cookery. We’re the nice London club with the lovely facilities. A place for talented but lazy players to come and have a good wage. And get loads of social media attention.
Conte is right. Has to take some blame but he’s fundamentally right about the deeper problems.
For our club to win things in a self sufficient way we need our players to live and breathe the game, 24/7, 365 days a year. We have players who clock out at 1pm on training days ooh let’s play PlayStation. Lose a game and say oh well, onto the next one. No not onto the next one, fight with each other that you lost, get angry, stop making excuses. Fight or fuck off
A proper club with a bunch of proper losers. Get angry, fight not because you should but because you’re a fucking fighter. I’m sick of watching these slow passed balls, immobile brains, the pitter patter la di da telegraphed pass and move gormless horseshit. Hit the fucking ball with conviction, run with conviction, it’s a fucking war out there and our players seem more concerned with not muddying their kits. Be men for fuck sake, I doubt they feel any shame, just go home, take their kids bowling, a cosy Netflix to forget yet another failure. Fuck most off, they don’t deserve to wear the shirt.
Die for this club, you owe them that much. Look what the lot up the road have conjured up with very achievable targets, why? Because they’ve found heart. We are sloppy, cowardly, braindead and show no instinct or teeth. Pull it the fuck together Tottenham, it’s pretty pathetic to see from fully grown men.
Fucking fight!