FatBloke
Niko Kranjcar
Facebook has just reminded me that, 7 years ago last weekend, I was at the Camp Nou watching Pep's last home game as Barcelona manager. It was a 4-0 win over Espanyol with Messi getting all four. That included two soft penalties and many equally soft fouls.
My mates and I wanted to see Pep's great tiki-taka Barcelona side before he left and things changed. We were in awe. The stadium, the history, one of Europe's greatest ever club sides. Living a dream that was unattainable for my beloved Tottenham.
Seven years on and Barcelona aren't some side to be feared. In fact, I was hoping they'd win last night (or at least not get beaten 4-0!) as I felt that they'd be an easier opponent in the CHAMPIONS LEAGUE FINAL.
I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, but the opposition manager on that heady evening was a certain Mauricio Pochettino. No matter what happens tonight, he has led us on one hell of a journey, and one hell of a season. Our bedraggled, knackered, injured squad go into the final rounds of the season absolutely dead on their feet. But can they come up with a couple of last desperate knockout blows?
Believe. That's what I'm saying. Remember this quote. Whether it really came from Bill Nich or Danny Blanchflower doesn't matter, but it's not very often in my time as a supporter that it's actually rung true:
"It is better to fail aiming high than to succeed aiming low. And we of Spurs have set our sights very high, so high in fact that even failure will have in it an echo of glory."
Only under Pochettino have we actually been able to set our sights high enough that failure will have in it an echo of glory.
Glory, Glory, Tottenham Hotspur. COYS.
My mates and I wanted to see Pep's great tiki-taka Barcelona side before he left and things changed. We were in awe. The stadium, the history, one of Europe's greatest ever club sides. Living a dream that was unattainable for my beloved Tottenham.
Seven years on and Barcelona aren't some side to be feared. In fact, I was hoping they'd win last night (or at least not get beaten 4-0!) as I felt that they'd be an easier opponent in the CHAMPIONS LEAGUE FINAL.
I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, but the opposition manager on that heady evening was a certain Mauricio Pochettino. No matter what happens tonight, he has led us on one hell of a journey, and one hell of a season. Our bedraggled, knackered, injured squad go into the final rounds of the season absolutely dead on their feet. But can they come up with a couple of last desperate knockout blows?
Believe. That's what I'm saying. Remember this quote. Whether it really came from Bill Nich or Danny Blanchflower doesn't matter, but it's not very often in my time as a supporter that it's actually rung true:
"It is better to fail aiming high than to succeed aiming low. And we of Spurs have set our sights very high, so high in fact that even failure will have in it an echo of glory."
Only under Pochettino have we actually been able to set our sights high enough that failure will have in it an echo of glory.
Glory, Glory, Tottenham Hotspur. COYS.
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