“I get nervous when he crosses the halfway line” is what I can hear from a Spurs fan behind me, but his concern is clearly misplaced. The scoreboard on the North Stand shows that’s there half an hour of the game left and the truth is Tottenham have the game and possibly the last 16 tie against Inter Milan sewn up just minutes earlier courtesy of Jan Vertonghen’s header from a corner delivered by the left boot of one Gareth Bale.
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I have a great story about Kevin Prince Boateng and it involves a certain Essex nightclub that rhymes with spaces and an Arsenal-supporting friend who claimed the then Spurs midfielder was more interested in rolling his sleeves up to show off his tattoos than put a shift in for Spurs.
I can remember the first time I realised Dimitar Berbatov was a player cut from a different cloth compared to many of those plying their trade in the Premier League at the time. It was a 2007 FA Cup quarter-final against Chelsea. A Sunday midday kick-off, a sun drenched Stamford Bridge that distinctly felt more summer than the middle of Spring. Before the roast dinner landed in my lap I had the pleasure of feasting on yet another tantalizing display of open, attacking football that had become synonymous with a Tottenham side during Martin Jol’s tenure. Berbatov that day was at the thick of everything that was good about Spurs. He was everywhere to be seen, drifting left then right in the elegant manner he always appears to play on a football pitch.
Sometimes it doesn’t matter how good you are. It doesn’t matter how gifted you can be with the ball at your feet, when there is someone in your position doing your job so effectively and there’s room for just one of you, someone inevitably has to lose out.