mudshark
Chris Armstrong
The worst? Well, you asked for it.
The stadium loan deal falls through as a result of foot-dragging and perceived lack of interest on the part of Haringey Council and the GLA in the wider regeneration scheme. Construction work is immediately halted. Accusation is followed by counter-accusation in a bitter war of words that is seized upon gleefully by the press. Pochettino announces that, with regret, he will be leaving the club in the summer, but refuses to comment on suggestions that he is already being inundated with lucrative offers from elsewhere. Over the ensuing weeks, more reports emerge of resignation letters crossing Levy's desk. Results on the pitch deteriorate amid rumours of significant dressing-room unrest and speculation that the manager's attention is no longer focussed on his job here. The summer transfer window sees the squad decimated as the board move to claw back money sunk into the dead construction project. Two years, three managers and a couple of mid-table finishes later, no more work has been done, the site remains derelict and the half-built, graffiti-covered, white elephant has begun to rot away into what is described as the perfect metaphor for THFC, the club that nearly signed Rivaldo, nearly built a triffic new stadium and nearly became a force again. The episode cements our status as the biggest laughing stock in all of London for generations to come.
I think that would just about cover it.
The stadium loan deal falls through as a result of foot-dragging and perceived lack of interest on the part of Haringey Council and the GLA in the wider regeneration scheme. Construction work is immediately halted. Accusation is followed by counter-accusation in a bitter war of words that is seized upon gleefully by the press. Pochettino announces that, with regret, he will be leaving the club in the summer, but refuses to comment on suggestions that he is already being inundated with lucrative offers from elsewhere. Over the ensuing weeks, more reports emerge of resignation letters crossing Levy's desk. Results on the pitch deteriorate amid rumours of significant dressing-room unrest and speculation that the manager's attention is no longer focussed on his job here. The summer transfer window sees the squad decimated as the board move to claw back money sunk into the dead construction project. Two years, three managers and a couple of mid-table finishes later, no more work has been done, the site remains derelict and the half-built, graffiti-covered, white elephant has begun to rot away into what is described as the perfect metaphor for THFC, the club that nearly signed Rivaldo, nearly built a triffic new stadium and nearly became a force again. The episode cements our status as the biggest laughing stock in all of London for generations to come.
I think that would just about cover it.