|After coasting on the rising tide of
optimism this summer past with dreams of a UEFA cup spot and a decent
cup run or two, after just two games, I sadly find myself bitten by the
ubiquitous "Spurs Pessimism". Again. It's as guaranteed
to happen as the first cold in November.
Sure, we're playing football at last (Goonersaurus, please take note),
passing and moving and finally, after those years of aimless drifting,
beginning to look like a "proper" Tottenham side, but I can't
help by find myself worried already.
Two games in and we've lost Sir Les (not
really a surprise), Mr. Carr and Rebrov to injury. Even the
prodigal son, Lord Teddy of Sheringham, is struggling after apparently
taking a tumble from his Stannah Stair Lift (tm). On top of this,
we have already suffered miserably at the hands of the officials -
Kachloul's cynical foul on Taricco at the opener was ignored, costing us
a certain goal and then, of course, there's "that game" at
Goodison - the penalty that never was, followed by the red card that
never was, followed (as quick as you can say "Harrow is s***-hole
and should be bombed") by another red card that never was.
Thanks, Mr. Elleray, you cost us 3 points. I suggest you give up
your new "professional" career and return to schooling Latin
and bending your cane at Harrow.
On this point, it did occur to me that
now that refs are professional, will they have the same responsibility
and accountability as we normal human beings have at our everyday jobs?
I couldn't help but think that if I had made, not one, but two
monumentally appalling mistakes at my job (corporate finance lawyer -
sorry...but it's sadly true...), as Mr. Elleray did, I would very
probably be sacked or at least get a damn good spanking from the powers
that be in my firm. Will this happen to the Sparrow-on-the-Hill?
I think not. While the FA may overturn Poyet's dismissal
(unlikely), I can't see them in a month of Sundays (or even Wednesdays)
correcting both mistakes and reinstating The Doc. We all know that
refs have gone a bit crazy at the start of the last few seasons, before
hitting the sauce and Prozac and calming down a bit, but this is no
consolation to Spurs - potentially with two bad penalty decisions, we
have lost four points and a huge amount of momentum.
If the Goodison red cards are upheld, as
I suspect they will be, and with the FA (with the undoubted intention of
suspending him for a while) threatening to review video evidence
of Taricco's harmless attempt to swat a fly on Gravesen's leg, after
just two games we could find ourselves without half of our starting
line-up for the next three games or so. This will hurt us without
a doubt as one game is Sunderland away and one is Chelsea at home, not
to mention the lack of continuity in the team that will subsequently
follow and rupture our build-up to Black September as Liverpool and Man
U lurk in the wings.
So, I ask myself, "Is this yet another cursed season?"
After the great signings of the summer, the Hoddle revolution underway,
the style returning (albeit slowly and cautiously) to the Lane, will we
face yet another season where bad luck occasioned by the officials and
the shadowy figure of The Grim Injury Reaper will dominate our season?
I hope not. Maybe the swings and roundabouts will fall into place
and we'll get some dodgy decisions in our favour come 17 November, but
the season hasn't started in the way I anticipated.
But onwards and upwards (and outwards if
your name's Daveed and you're French). Blackburn next - a draw
would be OK, but I expect a win. Southampton - a win and we'll
make that soft Bambi of a man, Wupert eat his ill-chosen words about the
Yokel sailors being a bigger team that the Might and Pride of North
Signing off with a strange cocktail of pessimism and slowly returning
P.S. FREE THE "TOTTENHAM
TWO"!!! JUSTICE FOR GUS AND DOC!!