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So much for the glory game, for daring to do. For Tottenham Hotspur, this season’s highest aspiration – beyond an unlikely Bigger Cup triumph – now rests on That Lot From Down The Road/Woolwich FC (delete as applicable according to historical pettiness) blowing their title challenge again. Following Wednesday’s events at Wolves, the north London derby has now become AN EVEN BIGGER GAME. Igor Tudor, Tottenham’s new interim manager, has an instant chance to write himself into Spurs history. Or perhaps infamy. Winning the derby would be a dream holiday in other people’s misery, to misquote lifelong Gooner John Lydon. Arsenal’s collective collywobbles have permeated to their fans, a collective now wracked by anguish. A bit like the regulars in the Tottenham Hotspur Stadium, actually.
Tudor was something of a left-field appointment, though one made in desperation, as there were few live candidates for the job Thomas Frank made a right horlicks of. Mauricio Pochettino is in exile across the Atlantic, with word that he will make a prodigal return after coaching the USA USA USA in the Geopolitics World Cup. So, a temporary fix was needed. Ryan Mason’s spell at West Brom, Frank-esque in its disappointment, meant he would not be returning for a third sweep of the caretaker’s broom.
