So, them sleigh bells are ring ting-a-tingling.
Of course there’s every chance that it’s not sleigh bells at all, just the sound of Daniel Levy emptying the contents of his money sock onto Andre Villas Boas’ desk. It’s been a tough year, Andre, he says, trying to keep a straight face as a handful of copper rattles and rolls across the table/toilet door on bricks. Tough, tough year.
As has become a custom this time of season- as traditional as food poisoning, Noel Edmonds and vague promises about joining the gym in January- Spurs approach the end of the year at somewhat of a crossroads. A fork in the road, if you’d prefer. With just two prongs to wander down. Down the first is the proposal to do nothing; simply have faith in the current squad and march into the new year with fingers crossed and balance sheet in a favourable hue of green.
So far, so boring. The second option is the novel idea of Squadron Leader Levy slapping his fiscal gonads on the altar and consolidating on a decent opening half of the season. Reinforcements, my dear boy! The smart money- and, indeed, every fibre of my being- suggests that we need to send out the Bat Signal and reel in the cavalry.
Nothing monstrous, you understand. Just some careful jigger and tinker in certain areas to give us a fighting chance for the remainder of the campaign. (All sounds very familiar) True enough, at present, the squad has quite a pleasing balance to it; with important players returning to the fold what seems like every week-Parker, Kaboul, BAE and the like- we’ve one of the strongest in the league. Healthy competition in most areas and quality in generous handfuls if not spades. Team spirit amongst the chaps looks relatively LOL, too, which should never be underestimated. We have a laugh, don’t we?
Unquestionably, though, if we’re being greedy,(‘tis the season for gluttonous endeavour, after all) there’re one or two positions in which we’re rather lacking that extra glug of allure and artistry. Broadly speaking, Spurs could stretch to another creative midfielder (the fruitless chase of Moutinho suggest they’re in agreement), a striker, and, if we’re into the land of crazy talk, a versatile/two-footed winger. And maybe a reserve left-back. And a new stadium. And a favourable draw in the Europa League. And, well, we’ll stop there, I reckon.
So, Daniel, over to you, old chap. Give Andre the backing in January and trust that the formula for abiding success isn’t necessarily Saha+Nelsen=£££ in the bank. There’s a love.