Yes, sad to see that air of resignation in Jimmy's expression, especially because whenever I think of Jimmy my heart always fills with joy. I'm sure this must also be true of every single Tottenham fan whoever had the good fortune to watch him.
Because he was the one player who, whenever he got hold of the ball around the box, your eyes always lit up with excitement and anticipation at what might be about to happen. You just knew you were about to watch a magician at work. That he possessed not just the wizardry but also the audacity and belief to take on a whole ruck of defenders and somehow, somehow, dance and shimmy and worm and squirm and scamper his way through the lot of them before nonchalantly emerging beyond them with the ball still at his feet around the penalty spot and placing a low daisy-cutter into the far corner out of the keeper's reach.
The only other player I can think of that can do the same kind of thing nowadays is Lionel Messi. I would not argue that the Barcelona magician is more gifted, nor that he has much more to his all-round game, but even he cannot quite conjure up that same outrageous sense of mischief and innocence that Jimmy always seemed to pull it off with.