A slick-as-hell first half, chance after chance, miss after miss. The loss of momentum, the defensive clangers, the inevitable late goal conceded. The products of the Andre Villas-Boas reign, right? Wrong.
For those of you with a memory shorter than your patience (which, given Saturday’s boos, is pretty bleeding short), I’ll explain. I hate to dwell on the past, but I seem to remember these shortcomings spoiling many a party when we were managed by a droopy-eyed market trader named Harry.
Of course, the Portuguese tactician has shit all over our blistering form of last season. Four wins in the final 13 games. It’s a lot to live up to. Ok, he’s got no Modric, no Parker and an unfit Adebayor. But one point from a potential six? Bring me the fucking guillotine. I’ll do it myself.
Ok, ok, the Dawson saga – before it’s brought up – has been badly handled. There’s the fear that Villas-Boas, in his stubbornness, will alienate the fans. Like he himself said, we need evolution not revolution. It’s a long-term gig and there’s plenty of time to bring about change.
But on the pitch, the cock-ups have been those distinctly Spurs-like, not AVB-like. It’s not the high defensive line getting us in trouble, neither is the formation. In fact, we’ve played well until we’ve gone off the boil.
It’s simple, stupid mistakes. Mistakes that hang over from the last regime. Mistakes that Villas-Boas has to put right. Can he take the blame for them? Sure. It’s his job to sort. But, honestly, I have more faith in him to restore us to the form of early last season than I would Harry.
Harry had the chance. Three wins in the last four, sure. But it wasn’t enough. Remember the dropped points against Villa? Us, happy to settle a point? That cost us Champions League football.
We came into this season on a low – it’s up to AVB to reverse it. I have confidence he can. You should too. And if you don’t at least get behind the team.
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