Sublime – AbFab

Okay so it is only the second Premier League game of the season, but it is now two wins on the trot and five goals for and zero against. Huge improvement .

I had suggested in my last blog that I would be satisfied with a three or four goal victory even if it came at the expense of a glamorous performance. I got both and in full measure.

For once the scoreline did not flatter us – it could have been so many more – but I for one am not going to complain as we played with a verve, a style and a plan not seen for many years.

Pochettino – the young Argentinian now in control of our collective destiny – had two brains to contend with prior to the match.

Our lately departed `Arry and then also our much beloved Glenda (a true legend on and off the pitch) both were imparting their wisdom of the past fifty years of footballing history to their charges. But it was not enough as we swept QPR aside in a manner not seen since the day when we put 9 past Wigan (and I cannot be bothered to look up the date of that game) and proclaimed ourselves as the new gods of attacking football.

Now I know what it felt like to be a Liverpool or Citeh fan as they swept us aside in similar fashion twice last season. It is so, so satisfying that I do not ever want to go back to that feeling of dread when on the receiving end.

It is only the beginning, but what a beginning. Two Premier League games, two wins and suddenly we are top of the heap.

If we were superb collectively, we were also that way as individuals.

Lloris was rarely called upon, one save of note, one punch and his day was done.

Dier once again looked every part an attacking right full back and yet again when called upon came up with the goods. Last week I had the nerve to compare his finish to that of Jimmy Greaves, this week his near post header reminded me of Martin Peters. Who will he remind me of next week?

Kaboul and Vertonghen were assured and calm in central defence and on their forays forward had the control and composure, along with the skill, when the ball was at their feet.

Rose had one of his easiest games ever in a THFC shirt. Nothing spectacular, nothing bad.

Capoue dominated the midfield but to be fair he was not troubled by a Rangers team that was so toothless it as an unfair contest. His partner in crime in the centre – Bentaleb – had the opportunity to roam the pitch in search of the ball and distribute it at his leisure.

Which leaves our front four.

Eriksen was almost anonymous, yet he was here, there and everywhere, such was our dominance. Chadli produced two sublime finishes amidst a flurry of activity whilst Lamela was at the centre of everything great we did going forward. Their interchange of positioning and passing had the QPR defence chasing shadows all game

And Adebayor was the Adebayor we all love to see, creating havoc within the opposition backline and being clinical when required.

All in all every player did his bit, and collectively it was sublime. Absolutely fabulous.

Watch out Limassol we are waiting. Watch out Liverpool – we are coming to get you.

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