He and Poyet have brought not just silverware, but stability and direction to a club 'plagued with pessimism'. It is evident this guy is intelligent and focused. The same whines and whinges WE have been recycling to death on this virtual page and countless others were immediately addressed.
Tottenham was carrying a stock of players (most of whom had either plummeted in value or had little market worth) who had hit their ceiling with regard to what they were capable of and Ramos thanked them for their efforts and duly removed them.
There was a malaise at the club borne out of familiarity and forgery. Yes, Jol did much better than many of he predecessors. Unfortunately, most of them were awful. Hughton was guilty of either not being good enough or guilty of masking his inabilities. His players were overweight show ponies who couldn't win a rosette to save their lives.
Jol passed himself off as a Premiership manager but was revealed as a very likable, very lovable, imitation. Tactically he was shamed again and again. Substitutions that were too late. Substitutions that beggared belief. Picking players that weren't in form. Games were we led were thrown by refusing to do the obvious and finish the other lot off. He opted for what he perceived as the sophisticated route, failing to realise he was incapable of achieving it. He was guilty of demotivating his own squad. Instead of distinct, intelligent leadership he offered best bets and bear hugs.
Ramos has more in store for us, mark my words. This team is not his finished article. There will be more signings, but only where there are deficiencies. Players here now will improve and develop under his control. And Control is what he has in spades. No fatties, no slacking, no excuses. Where once there was a bear hug there is now a bottom line.
Levy's role in all this was to go from being the remote factory owner to sending in the Forensic Accountants without notice. He appointed a new General Manager with a CV that made him sort after. The workers suddenly bucked up. Productivity spiked a little but then they began hemorrhaging goals again. So the new Foreman Mr. Poyet went on the telly. He looked into the interviewer's eyes and said. "It has to stop." No shuffling from foot to foot mumbling about injuries, the need to work on defending, the need to work on er... concentrating... just, "It has to stop."
What was all that subbing fuss about? I don't like all this I don't wanna come off nonsense. It shows no respect for a man who clearly deserves the respect of all of us. SWP didn't get past him, but then SWP didn't get past anyone.
Looked every bit a Champions League defender. Anelka was neutralised.
An England call up must be on the cards. Solid, intelligent... he won it, bless him.
Immense. Blocked and bossed the backline. He really is the REAL DEAL.
Hardly featured in the first half. Made more when switched. BMJ must've been pointing at the telly with his mouth open at that stage. Belleti was being traeted for depression by then.
Didn't get to ping the ball around, but nor did Lampard. What he did do was shore up the middle with accurate passes and constant running and closing down.
All the usual excellent hustle and bustle. Showed real fight. Made Belleti look second rate.
Some of his tackling would have been more at home in the Superbowl, but all in all he ruined endless Chelsea plays. He won the ball and released it well. One of his finest performances. When will this lunatic score?
They doubled up on him to try and snuff him out. Executioner style penalty against one of the World's best goalies.
Tormented Chelsea defenders. Ran his heart out. Wanted it so much. Really felt he captained the team.
Lean and lively.
Loved him getting a medal. A real soldier. No nonsense contribution.
Solid cameo, walked into Chelsea giving it all they had. He was working with professionals which only helped.
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