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And so Spurs have taken the nuclear option. Dispense with a manager determined to develop a longterm culture, a man whose players upon his exit have called him a mentor and friend, a man universally liked throughout football – and appoint Jose Mourinho.
Pochettino did more for our club than any NFL sponsorship, Amazon documentary or new stadium ever could; he changed the way we felt about Tottenham.
In an era of two-minute-highlight-videos and instant success bought about by Sheikh billionaires, pragmatism and giving managers time seems to be a commodity of the past. Immediate success is expected even by fan-bases who haven’t experienced success in a long-time.
Will that be this team’s legacy, then? Glorious failure? Some would argue, with justification, that this period will always be tinged with regret, and bemoan an unfulfilled potential. Personally? I think that’s just b******s.
The mood music seems to have gathered pace and multiplied exponentially in the intervening months bringing us to the here and now. Dig a little deeper and the jury shouldn’t be out too long.
The club let us down and they let down its playing staff. In moments when the club should’ve been brave, for one reason or another they weren’t. They allowed us to stagnate, but Rose isn’t like that. He had something to say.
I always find the concept of blame an opaque thing, if every problem in football was as simple as blaming a manager for everything it would be to miss the whole picture.
We’ve got to the point where every VAR decision looks like the Zapruder film being dissected by The Lone Gun Men attempting to figure out the trajectory of the magic bullet.
The end result of the past five seasons is that we’ve hit the brick wall. The prominent question is whether we have enough to climb over it. Gonna need a bigger ladder.