It didn’t take long to realise this one was being played like a friendly. By ten minutes in all worries about no right backs and whether Moussa Sissoko (an ill Sissoko, to boot) could cope with the likes of Jamie Vardy down the wing had dissipated as Spurs were having their way. Son had butchered two easy scoring chances by then, and as I—and Mauricio Pochettino as well—had screamed at him, a little voice in the back of my head reminded me that there has been a huge positive correlation between early Son stumbling and later Son goals. In this case, double.
Son broke free from the laggard Leicester defence, centred to Kane and we were off to the races. Dele Alli had (what?) five or six chances with no defender bothering him to try his chip over the wall into the box and one of them caught Son’s leg and then there were two. The Foxes did begin the second half with purpose, and after Vardy forced Hugo out into no man’s land they capitalised with their one memorable moment. And then Kane on a play begun by Sissoko feeding Alderweireld impersonating Walker/Tripper who crossed to the back post and Wanyama’s header deflected right to OOOO. Sissoko—yes, Sissoko—began the next goal with a terrific escape in our territory along the touchline from three defenders, pass to Kane, who found Son, who had a month and a half to figure out how to slot the ball past a Kasper Schmeichel who should have taken the night off. And Kane’s final two goals were an embarrassment to the hosts and the sport, frankly—my daughter’s 14/15 side could easily have done the same.
But no matter. Kane appears headed for the Golden Boot; Hugo for the corresponding keeper award, and the club may wind up as only the second or third Premier League era team that garners 85 points and amasses a +50 goal difference and does NOT win the title. Oh, that Poch! Where is the silverware? And don’t think reminding Leicester—as if they don’t know it—that Spurs were better last year and obviously this—wasn’t part of the motivation tonight?
They won’t lose to Hull. Let’s see if Pool blows the Champions League spot versus Boro, but I doubt it. Chelsea ain’t in a mood to give the Gooners anything, so if leaving high and dry with no “trophy” Is not in Monseiur Wenger’s plans, we might just have him back next year after all. And now we can simply drive ourselves nuts over Wembley and the vultures for months. So what. I can’t wait for August. The good times aren’t going to stop rolling.