More Comebacks Than Jesus
You have to wonder. If only there was a way of convincing our men of Hotspur that it’s not considered bad manners to score first in a game, this whole points-getting business would be a heck of a lot simpler. Then again, for those of you who’re happiest when looking danger in the face and getting him into a headlock, I dare say there’d be no fun in that at all. Cavalier stuff from Tottenham at the weekend- enough to fizzy the blood and cause heart walls to cave in on themselves. A microcosm of this remarkable season in ninety minutes. Injuries, penalty misses, more injuries, last-ditch tackles, goal-line clearances, gun-ho attacking, last minute winners. At times it was reckless, at times wondrous. But boy howdy doesn’t it make you feel alive…
Balance. In wide areas, we’re close to having it licked. While young Baler remains a behemoth of speed and delivery from the left, the steadily improving Lennon on t’other side has at last made the threat two-fold. It was only a matter of time before it happened. You don’t pack two fireworks like that in your luggage without them going off together at some point. Injury and form has kept them out of sync in the past. Let’s hope it’s a sign of things to come that in the last two games they’ve both been electric.
As has Luka Modric. If Bale and Lennon have provided the fireworks for the week, the Croatian has slapped down the plunger and blown the chuffing roof off. A superb run for the goal- punctuating an altogether marvellous Sunday afternoon’s work. As well as his usual bag of deft touches and slights of hand, he was to be seen tracking back and generally getting himself get stuck in. He’s a winner. And, as such, was doing his darndest to make sure we did just that. Mammoth.
Much as it troubles me to admit of a player whom at one time I felt to be among our most important, Sergeant Wilson is continuing to struggle. Next month sees FourTwoTwo magazine release their annual list of the top 100 hundred players in world football. Last year, after a barnstorming twelve months at Tottenham, Palacios came in at 93rd. Outranking Ryan Giggs in the same season the Welshman picked up his gong from the PFA. What a difference a year makes. While the imbeciles booing on Sunday may’ve rather missed the point of supporting one’s club, it does represent an astonishing downturn in fortunes for our midfield destroyer.
Eesh. Well that was a dour note to end on. Erm. Quick. Look at this.
Phew.
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