Like a swarm of locusts destroying a field of crops, sociopath Daniel Levy has turned White Lane into a post-apocalyptic wasteland. By rewarding Mauricio Pochettino with a five year contract, the trigger happy twerp has confirmed what we all thought – he’s bonkers.
If sacking managers was a crime, Levy would be sentenced to life. In fairness, he doesn’t discriminate. He’ll sack anyone. Gerry Francis had a shocking haircut, sacked. Martin Jol had none, sacked. AVB had a beautiful head of hair, sacked. Harry Redknapp delivered Champions League football, sacked. A lot like reading a Lonely Planet Guide to Syria, a Spurs edition would recommend avoiding at all costs.
You see, managers aren’t the problem. In fact the issue at hand is so easily identifiable it’s akin to looking for a flamingo in snow. Instead, it’s that bloke who knows nothing about football and a man whose scattergun approach to running a football club has turned Spurs into a circus; a laughing stock. His willingness to discard a manager as if he was throwing away an empty crisp packet is a personality trait most would, and do, hate.
And his treatment of managers has, since sacking Martin Jol during a game, been nothing short of abysmal. It is Levy who should be sacked, not the manager. Without him, perhaps Spurs can truly flourish. Like a straightjacket keeping the limbs of its patient inside, he is a hindrance keeping progress at bay – a specialist in delivering nothing but empty promises.
But that’s not enough. Milking a few extra millions out of Real Madrid wasn’t worth the dross bought in to replace Gareth Bale. It was Levy who sanctioned those signings. So how does he get away with it? Modric, Carrick and Berbatov were all sold when instead of building; the pieces were pulled away like a falling Jenga stack.
There’s no doubt Pochettino is a talented young manager, but if Spurs fail to qualify for the Champions League, he’s a goner. Like AVB who fled to Russia, a P45 will have the Argentine scampering to a far flung European country with his tail between his legs, desperately trying to rebuild a tattered reputation.Success shouldn’t be measured in pounds, margins, profit and spreadsheets but in trophies and glory. For too long now, Spurs fans have been sold a bum deal.
Levy is a dictator – a megalomaniac of massive proportions. It’s about time he done the decent thing and stepped aside. Buy a mirror, look into it. Anyway, what’s the Spanish for ‘what have I got myself into?’