Apathy reigns supreme

 

Tim Sherwood has left the building. The most obvious conclusion to the season has finally played out, with Daniel Levy revealing there was a break clause in the contract allowing for its termination - which is admittance that the plan was for it to always end this way. Sherwood played the game, knew his fate (regardless of his constant confused statements about his future) and made sure he made enough noise to get noticed for potential new jobs elsewhere.

This has always been about timing. Removing a manager mid-season will leave you with few options. It's about timing again in the present where decisive and clinical action is needed. The sooner the better.

The next coach in has to be his own man and be left to control the football but the system at Spurs doesn't quite allow for complete freedom of reign. The director of football or whatever it's meant to be (negotiator, lead scout) leaves room for a hefty cushion of protection between any given appointment and the chairman.

Can we expect someone that will be allowed to implement their own blueprint on the club? Someone that will tie the academy into the first team and give us a template that breeds a certain type of player that fits into it - thus producing true longevity and appeasing the real essence of what the DoF system was meant to be about all those years ago - continuity.

Or do we want someone to just hit the ground running, give us entertaining football and (mis)adventures and make it all fun again? Allow us all to belong and be one rather than this fragmented mess we all current preside in.

On the one hand this next appointment is pivotal. On the other, I almost don't care. I just want to watch Spurs and do so on the edge of my seat with hairs on my neck standing. Those at the Ledley King testimonial can't stop talking about the buzz and the atmosphere. It's always far less emotionally constrained when the pressures and expectancies of first team football are not present. We've become so caught up with what we're meant to be achieving, we've forgotten to live in the moment and enjoy what is fundamentally the only important thing - the football, the football Spurs play. Not just the supporters, but the club and those running it have also forgotten.

So here we are awaiting the next error. In the mean time, apathy reigns supreme.

I usually take a song and rework the lyrics but this particular one resonates in its original form and leaves me sat in the perpetual puddle of p*ss that our beloved club has soaked us in. Do not fret too much, you'll be bone dry from the sunshine soon enough. As far as hellish seasons go this one doesn't run parallel to any given year during the mid to late 90s. That echo of glory might be faint only because we've under-achieved so limply. There lies the disappointment and despondency. Give it a month or three and we'll all be up for taking another gut wrenching punch.

Come on you Spurs.

 

 

Even though
You don't know
You're reacting all along
What I see
Is killing me
You won't make it on your own

In this hell of a season
Give me more of a reason
To be with you
Be with you, yeah

Say you'll be better
I'll keep waiting forever
You know I do
Know I do, oh

Even though
I don't know
I'm pretending that I do
It's my curse
I can reverse
I'm still waiting here for you

In this hell of a season
Give me more of a reason
To be with you
Be with you, oh

Say you'll be better
I'll keep waiting forever
You know I do
You know I do, oh

In this hell of season
Give me more of a reason
To be with you
Be with you, yeah

Say you'll be better
I'll keep waiting forever
You know I do
You know I do, oh

-Instrumental-

In this hell of season
Give me more of a reason
To be with you
Be with you, oh

Say you'll be better
I'll keep waiting forever
You know I do
You know I do, oh

 

The Black Keys - Hell Of A Season