Walker's atrocious crossing tinkles me off. It's not that it's consistently bad; that I could handle, I'm used to seeing Spurs play consistently badly. What utterly infuriates me is that once every ten odd crosses, he'll pull out a fantastic one, send it arrowing towards the penalty spot with grace and balletic precision, curving gently as it sails past the mystified defenders and helpless goalie.
Then, we'll miss the chance. And the next nine crosses will be bloody fire-and-forget SAM missiles aimed at the ****erel on the East Stand.
But you always hope that the next cross will be the beautifully weighted one, because you've seen him do it before. And the next one nearly always isn't. So you continue to be disappointed nine times out of ten.