Pack Your Suitcase, Dear. We’re Off To Europe
Guten morgen, buenos días and good morning. Hope this finds you all well. So then, here we are. On the brink. Again. This is what we’ve been waiting for. The weekend’s tired old performance is long over the hill now; you can see its little face in the rear-view mirror getting smaller by the second. Look at him. Doesn’t he look sad? He’s waving at us. Don’t wave back. We’ll deal with him later. Sure, the League points might not be gushing through the door at present- more a steady leak through the skirting board like rising damp- but there’s no reason to let it spoil the occasion. The mighty Hotspur undertake their first ever Champions League outing tonight. As if you hadn’t heard. We’re off to the Continent. Werder Bremen. Sweet Jesus, I’m up for this one.
So what do we know about our Germanic cousins? Well, they certainly know how to re-build. Successive seasons they’ve had to find replacements for the seemingly irreplaceable- first Diego, then his proxy, Mesut Ozil, whom got himself captured by the White Storm in the summer months. That’s like us losing Modric one year, finding a younger, more talented alternative the next. Then losing him too. As a Spurs fan used to taking a few hits over the years, the transfer window can’t be an altogether easy time for the Bremen household.
Other than that it appears to be a smorgasbord of bona-fide quality- read Metresacker (who’s out with a gammy eye), Frings, Wesley- and some familiar faces from Premiership yesteryear. Silvestre, Pizzaro and the like. The latter is also a probable absentee with some manner of thigh problem. An injury which may well have been- if not caused– certainly endorsed by the club themselves. I’ve seen him play a few times and I’d wager that’s the case.
For us we need a great deal more than we’ve seen in recent weeks. It’s difficult to pin down exactly what we’ve been doing wrong, and, how in the blazes we’ve not caused more damage to our adversaries with the scope of firepower that’s in the hangar. But something’s not quite clicking. The big shakers aren’t quite shaking big enough. Apart from Bale, a number of the flock appear to be grazing on the plains of pre-season while everything plays at full speed around them. No doubt, our campaign needs a bloody good kick up the backside. And an inaugural three points in the Euro Pot wouldn’t be the worst way to administer it.
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