BrainOfLevy
Michael Carrick
Hmmmmmm nope, it’s you who has a special Sissoko scale there.
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Moussa Sissoko
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Hmmmmmm nope, it’s you who has a special Sissoko scale there.
AuroRaman
Chris Armstrong
Very vocal, marshalled Aurier and dominant alongside Dier. He was everywhere in that midfield in the first half and swaggered the second. Should have got an assist but Kane missed. Won the ball back for Kane’s goal. A great all-round performance.
Spurs Legend. The Sissokonaissance continues.
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Spurs Legend. The Sissokonaissance continues.
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AuroRaman
Chris Armstrong
Indeed. If he was a 7 then everyone else on the pitch was a solid 5.
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NoLimits01
Goran Bunjevcevic
Meow
NoLimits01
Goran Bunjevcevic
Yeah cause he was better than Son, Dele and Eriksen.
I paid him a complement, just take it and move on.
Jeez the cult is strong in here
Robspur12
Nick Barmby
Indeed great to support one of our players. Don't be so touchy.
NaijaSpurs
Les Ferdinand
Moussa Sissoko, Tottenham’s anarcho-syndicalist, many-limbed enigma, weaves Chelsea into his dizzying vortex of chaos
On a night of lawless abandon at Wembley, nothing encapsulated Spurs’ dizzying supremacy quite like the sight of Sissoko running the midfield
https://www.independent.co.uk/sport...ls-result-report-moussa-sissoko-a8650491.html
On a night of lawless abandon at Wembley, nothing encapsulated Spurs’ dizzying supremacy quite like the sight of Sissoko running the midfield
https://www.independent.co.uk/sport...ls-result-report-moussa-sissoko-a8650491.html
Very good article.
I disagree that he's what we need, of course - he's a steam train on a Maserati test track. But the rest of it was accurate.
AuroRaman
Chris Armstrong
I think it’s you that needs to move on darling xx
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I wouldnt go that far, but he did play well. Problem with him in CM though is that you need a proper DM like Dier alongside him, but that leaves you with a CM pairing with no real creativity.
I still dont see a future for him at Spurs, and would sell him in Jan or the summer, but its good that he's adding a lot more than before. Perfectly feasible though that he's at Spurs next year ggiven that Dembele and Wanyama's injuries might mean that they need replacing more urgently
Legohamster
Ian Walker
I think he’s been OK till tonight, his level before this season was so low ok was seen as very good
Tonight he was simply unplayable.
Mom by a mile.
BrainOfLevy
Michael Carrick
The opening paragraph was hilarious, class writing.
BrainOfLevy
Michael Carrick
Did we not create a few chances today at least?
BrainOfLevy
Michael Carrick
Although the thing that bags me about it is the idea that Poch has only just discovered this idea of playing him central, and he’s been a right winger for the last two years. He was central more often than not last season too.
Notmegov
Roman Pavlyuchenko
Lovely piece in the Independent tonight.
Moussa Sissoko, Tottenham’s anarcho-syndicalist, many-limbed enigma, weaves Chelsea into his dizzying vortex of chaos
On a night of lawless abandon at Wembley, nothing encapsulated Spurs’ dizzying supremacy quite like the sight of Sissoko running the midfield
Sport
Sissoko typified Spurs' ruthless dominance ( Getty )
Great central midfielders often take on the personae of artists. Xavi, obviously enough, was Monet: all short, perfect dapples, not a stroke wasted. Zinedine Zidane was Caravaggio: the piercing light and the devastating dark, the infinite poise and the murderous desire. Moussa Sissoko, on the other hand, is more like one of those video installation artists who films himself sitting naked in a chair in a disused warehouse, before getting up, very deliberately picking up a sledgehammer, and violently demolishing everything in sight, right down to the four walls around him, before pressing his face tight up against the camera, a terrifying smile on his face, and whispering: “Free the animals.”
On a night of lawless abandon at Wembley Stadium, nothing encapsulated their dizzying supremacy quite like the sight of Sissoko running the midfield like a one-man anarcho-syndicalist cell. The headlines belonged to Son Heung-Min and Harry Kane, David Luiz and Jorginho. But in a way it was Sissoko who was the key to this game, its C4, its unreliable narrator, the enigmatic architect of Chelsea’s chaos.
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Part of the reason it’s so hard to get a handle on Sissoko, I think, is that he always looks so utterly startled to have the ball at his feet. Every time he gets it, he stares at it for a moment, as if this were a turn of events he had scarcely bargained for. “Why did none of you warn me?” you can see him beseeching his team-mates, while he gamely grapples with this mysterious white orb bobbling off one of his many legs.
That’s the other thing about Sissoko: the legs. You’d swear he has more than two of them. Watch Sissoko tackle an opponent – as he did on several occasions here – and you will be treated to a curious optical illusion by which he appears to attack the ball from both sides at once. There was one moment late in the first half when Mateo Kovacic was charging up the left wing and Sissoko – despite giving away a good 10 yards on him – hunted him down, swung in several of his legs and won the ball so comprehensively that you wouldn’t be surprised if Kovacic hired an entire team of investigators to discover what happened to it.
We’re doing Sissoko a slight disservice here. Once he gets the ball under control, he can be surprisingly fleet of foot, as he proved when he sent Willian up the Jubilee Line to Stanmore in the build-up to Tottenham’s second goal. But by and large, when you’re surrounded by a team of highly skilled technical players, you’re always going to stand out when your first touch is really just a warm-up act for your second and third touches.
Moussa Sissoko worked tirelessly in midfield (Getty)
This, perhaps, is why Sissoko has spent so much of his time at Tottenham looking so entirely ill-suited to it. Signed in the dying hours of the 2016 transfer window for £30 million, back in the days when that was a lot of money, Sissoko always carried the whiff of a panic purchase, an impression he failed to dispel over the two subsequent seasons. He was usually deployed on the right wing, often as a hopeful substitute. And yet in an age when so many teams direct their press towards the flanks, the modern winger, working with little space, often needs to be the most precise player on the pitch.
Sissoko, bless his socks, is not precise. But he offers different qualities, qualities Tottenham have distinctly lacked of late: pace, awkwardness, forward thrust. There’s an urgency to Sissoko, both with and without the ball, that makes him the ideal foil for a team that occasionally gets lost in their own noodlings. He steams in, wins the ball, moves it on. And so at some point, Mauricio Pochettino realised that the best way to use him: not on the flank where he would inevitably get squeezed out, but in the centre, where opposition teams never quite know where the ball was going next, because often neither does Sissoko. The injury to Mousa Dembele has been particularly timely in this respect: Dembele is the sort of player you bring in when you want to control a game. Sissoko is the sort of player you bring in when you want to control an opposition.
Spurs outclass Chelsea to end rival’s undefeated run
This, of course, is the genius of Pochettino. “If it’s in you, I’ll find it,” David Brent memorably promised in The Office. Pochettino, remarkably, goes further: even if it’s not in you, somehow he’ll still find it. And though Sissoko naturally deserves plenty of credit himself, the resurrection of his career is one that could not have occurred without Pochettino’s relentless reinforcement, his exhaustive search for solutions, his zealous cultivation of an environment in which even the fringe players, the misfits, the out-of-form and the out-on-loan, can feel the love and ultimately flourish.
Was this all part of the plan? Could this be the start of something big? As ever with Sissoko, nobody knows. Sometimes, you think you know. You may even have made up your mind about him at one point. But in a way, this was one of those nights that offered not reason but riddles, not conclusions but conundrums. A night to simply sit back, relax and be utterly baffled.
Moussa Sissoko, Tottenham’s anarcho-syndicalist, many-limbed enigma, weaves Chelsea into his dizzying vortex of chaos
On a night of lawless abandon at Wembley, nothing encapsulated Spurs’ dizzying supremacy quite like the sight of Sissoko running the midfield
- Jonathan LiewWembley Stadium @jonathanliew
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Sport
Sissoko typified Spurs' ruthless dominance ( Getty )
Great central midfielders often take on the personae of artists. Xavi, obviously enough, was Monet: all short, perfect dapples, not a stroke wasted. Zinedine Zidane was Caravaggio: the piercing light and the devastating dark, the infinite poise and the murderous desire. Moussa Sissoko, on the other hand, is more like one of those video installation artists who films himself sitting naked in a chair in a disused warehouse, before getting up, very deliberately picking up a sledgehammer, and violently demolishing everything in sight, right down to the four walls around him, before pressing his face tight up against the camera, a terrifying smile on his face, and whispering: “Free the animals.”
On a night of lawless abandon at Wembley Stadium, nothing encapsulated their dizzying supremacy quite like the sight of Sissoko running the midfield like a one-man anarcho-syndicalist cell. The headlines belonged to Son Heung-Min and Harry Kane, David Luiz and Jorginho. But in a way it was Sissoko who was the key to this game, its C4, its unreliable narrator, the enigmatic architect of Chelsea’s chaos.
Premier League week 13 goals
Show all 18
Part of the reason it’s so hard to get a handle on Sissoko, I think, is that he always looks so utterly startled to have the ball at his feet. Every time he gets it, he stares at it for a moment, as if this were a turn of events he had scarcely bargained for. “Why did none of you warn me?” you can see him beseeching his team-mates, while he gamely grapples with this mysterious white orb bobbling off one of his many legs.
That’s the other thing about Sissoko: the legs. You’d swear he has more than two of them. Watch Sissoko tackle an opponent – as he did on several occasions here – and you will be treated to a curious optical illusion by which he appears to attack the ball from both sides at once. There was one moment late in the first half when Mateo Kovacic was charging up the left wing and Sissoko – despite giving away a good 10 yards on him – hunted him down, swung in several of his legs and won the ball so comprehensively that you wouldn’t be surprised if Kovacic hired an entire team of investigators to discover what happened to it.
We’re doing Sissoko a slight disservice here. Once he gets the ball under control, he can be surprisingly fleet of foot, as he proved when he sent Willian up the Jubilee Line to Stanmore in the build-up to Tottenham’s second goal. But by and large, when you’re surrounded by a team of highly skilled technical players, you’re always going to stand out when your first touch is really just a warm-up act for your second and third touches.
Moussa Sissoko worked tirelessly in midfield (Getty)
This, perhaps, is why Sissoko has spent so much of his time at Tottenham looking so entirely ill-suited to it. Signed in the dying hours of the 2016 transfer window for £30 million, back in the days when that was a lot of money, Sissoko always carried the whiff of a panic purchase, an impression he failed to dispel over the two subsequent seasons. He was usually deployed on the right wing, often as a hopeful substitute. And yet in an age when so many teams direct their press towards the flanks, the modern winger, working with little space, often needs to be the most precise player on the pitch.
Sissoko, bless his socks, is not precise. But he offers different qualities, qualities Tottenham have distinctly lacked of late: pace, awkwardness, forward thrust. There’s an urgency to Sissoko, both with and without the ball, that makes him the ideal foil for a team that occasionally gets lost in their own noodlings. He steams in, wins the ball, moves it on. And so at some point, Mauricio Pochettino realised that the best way to use him: not on the flank where he would inevitably get squeezed out, but in the centre, where opposition teams never quite know where the ball was going next, because often neither does Sissoko. The injury to Mousa Dembele has been particularly timely in this respect: Dembele is the sort of player you bring in when you want to control a game. Sissoko is the sort of player you bring in when you want to control an opposition.
Spurs outclass Chelsea to end rival’s undefeated runThis, of course, is the genius of Pochettino. “If it’s in you, I’ll find it,” David Brent memorably promised in The Office. Pochettino, remarkably, goes further: even if it’s not in you, somehow he’ll still find it. And though Sissoko naturally deserves plenty of credit himself, the resurrection of his career is one that could not have occurred without Pochettino’s relentless reinforcement, his exhaustive search for solutions, his zealous cultivation of an environment in which even the fringe players, the misfits, the out-of-form and the out-on-loan, can feel the love and ultimately flourish.
Was this all part of the plan? Could this be the start of something big? As ever with Sissoko, nobody knows. Sometimes, you think you know. You may even have made up your mind about him at one point. But in a way, this was one of those nights that offered not reason but riddles, not conclusions but conundrums. A night to simply sit back, relax and be utterly baffled.
Of course, but it was a game which we could play on the counter with pace (they had 60%-odd possession). If we were against a team which sat back, I dont think it would have worked. I'm not taking anything away from Sissoko's performance today, but a Dier-Sissoko partnership in CM wouldnt work against non-top 6 teams which park the bus