Well, that was embarrassing. It's another cup thrown away, and I'll never be okay with that - *ever*. It's one of my biggest disagreements with Poch, and always will be - a man who has won absolutely nothing cannot afford to be choosy, and neither can a club that has won two league cups in 25 years.
But that's secondary to the immediate situation - it's something I've been angry about for four years, and it won't change. What *was* especially embarassing was that we just spinelessly gave up - surrendered to a bunch of pub cloggers with pashun.
It's important in a way that we're reminded of what we are, under the surface - we can suppress it with brilliant league campaigns and astonishing CL exploits, but this is what will always lurk under our successful exterior. Vulnerability. And self-destruction - always present. Same old Tottenham, always let you down, etcetera, etcetera. Today was a good demonstration of what happens when we let our guard down, when our efforts falter for just a moment - we are the Spurs of old, limply losing to everyone with a bit of spine and effort.
We cannot let our guard down like this ever again. If you want to throw competitions, Poch, that's your prerogative - you've earned it, despite my disagreement. But this is the risk - the Spurs you built will fade away, and the *true* Tottenham will return. It's always f*cking there. And although we can suppress it for entire seasons, across multiple competitions - somewhere, somehow, this sort of thing will happen the instant our effort wavers. And it will f*cking return.