Spurs 1 Burnley 0 – Match report

Tottenham Hotspur Stadium
Dom Le Roy

Those who visited the Nou Camp on Tuesday most definitely got the better end of the shitty stick when it came to watching Spurs this week.

Unredeeming rain off the pitch was matched in its dreariness by Burnley’s attitude on it. Faced with a tired side resting two of its key attackers, giving a debut to an 18 year old in the centre of midfield and fielding three full-backs in defence Sean Dyche’s response was supine and…. erm, ooh, hold on a minute, was that the phone, the doorbell?, I’ll just pull me socks up, redo the shoelaces… criminally time wasting.

His arm-waving in response as two of his players were booked for the offence of purposely wasting people’s time on this planet – is there a worse yellow card offence? – was that of a man being denied a sausage roll in a vegan restaurant.

It looked for all the world as though Son’s, Dele’s and Lamela’s (times two) misses had cost us a couple of points but Llorente to the rescue! As against PSV his presence in the box was enough for Dele to force the ball on to Harry who set up Eriksen and hurrah, Joe Hart’s probable last appearance at Wembley ended in despair. Shame.

We created few chances and were poor at sustaining pressure. Burnley tried to find a weakness in Davies but he was excellent throughout winning comprehensively his physical battle with Barnes. Skipp was assured on his debut, technically good as well as showing awareness with his passing. Toby aside, there were few other notable performances.

Unless you’re taking note of the negatives. The crossing of the full-backs was dreadful, Rose especially was astonishingly wasteful and frustrating. Lucas was invisible, Harry played like Kane mk II, where is mk I? I’m not sure he had a shot. He did though play several wonderful passes, one to setup Sissoko to set up Lamela’s first miss and one to assist Eriksen. Lamela was in proper sh1thouse mood, winding up and being wound up in turn. He really should’ve scored.

Three valuable points. I’m off down the Ramblas now for some fresh seafood and a San Miguel. Or maybe not.
Well played Skipp. Well played Ben and well played Poch.

Cup action on Wednesday as the filthy gooners are next up.


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