The Worst Week Ever continues now with a mini-catalogue of Tottenham transfer terror. That is, I'm going to focus only on the market mishaps that followed the Dodgy Lasagna Incident of 2006. So join me-- you'll laugh, I'll cry. Good times all around.
Why not start with the man himself? It's been pretty well accepted (not by me, of course) that it was Carrick, and not the hotel food, that sunk our Champions League dream that miserable May. The guy had the flu and spread it to the whole club. The Track-Suiters from cross town pounced and the rest is stomach-searing, intestine-inflaming, colon-ulcerating history. All might have been forgiven had Mr. Carrick hung in for another season or two. But he did not. Sold off North (for a good price), he has been conspicuous in his absence ever since. Didier Zokora was brought in later in the summer as his "replacement," but for all the Ivorian's fantastic qualities, his game is a complete opposite from Carrick's. Only now, almost three years later, is the midfield starting to take shape like it did in 2005-06. And that's more due to Wilson Palacios-- and his assumption of the Davids role-- then a true "new Carrick." Sickening loss. And a sign of Levy's inability to keep good players.
Wingers! We love wingers! You can never have too many fucking right-footed wiiiiingers! Where does one begin? These are all so well-known and self-explanatory. No heart. No patience. No pace. No humility. No ability, it seems, to take a penalty. No versatility. And alas, No playing time. Thank you Arry for banishing this mopey mutt to the outhouse. It's one thing to underachieve-- this was never the right fit anyway-- but to do so in such glorious fashion! Proof ONCE AGAIN that "boyhood dreams" are best left to... emmm... boyhood? (And let's be honest, Bentley was probably a conniving, pungent little geek from age 5. Boyhood my Arse!)
I should really let Bigus write this, as he was all over Hutton from the git-go. It was a job to get the long-crocked right back (oh what, he's healthy now? Sick.) to leave Ibrox... never a good sign when you need to beg these morons to take your money. The Hutton move was on and off and on and by the time he got here anything less than Wim Suurbier was going to be a disappointment. More than a year later, we can confirm that Wim and Cafu are safe in their places. Thuram need not lose a wink. Shit, there are three guys at Tottenham today I'd take over Hutton. And then there's Chimbo, Corluka, and Zokora. He's slow, rash in the tackle, and just generally useless. It all goes to show-- yes Bigus, I'm admitting it-- everyone from Scotland sucks. It's a shite state of affairs and all the fresh air in the world won't make any fucking difference! Ask Craig Gordon.
Jermain is a known quantity at this point. If you trot him out there, he will score goals. He will also be out trotting with big-breasted women. Nothing to be ashamed of on either account. Hell, most of us would settle for one of the above. The Spursian stupidity here lay not in the sale-- though that was dumb-- but the buy-back. I'm glad he'll be suiting up at WHL next season, and no one will debate it was the necessary move this winter, but really, selling-then-purchasing a player at a £7,000,000 loss (I know these numbers all dodgy, but it's in the 'hood)... with the ancillary benefit of not having him when he was needed most, the fall of 2008? Galling, indeed. in the end though, Defoe himself done nothing to earn a place on this list. It's not about him. Again, it's Levy and the [thankfully stuffed] Narc from France.
Ladies and Gentleman, presenting Tottenham Hotspur Football Club's most expensive signing in 126 years of
Addendum: Since I began, Mr. Bent has been recalled to Boss Capello's England team. Of course, this only happened after injuries to Crouch (who looks like he'll play), Heskey, and Carlton Fucking Cole. Second choice to Carlton Cole. Says it all.
First off, I think the guy wears makeup. It says so on his wiki page, which doesn't make it true, but either way, someone else noticed this and... no, it's totally cool-- to each his own-- but can our center backs not be in eye liner? Not that any of this kept ol' Younes from captaining the French U-21 side (lot to look forward to NYK! Go watch your '98 tape and realize all your glories are past) or terrorizing my dreams for the whole of the 2007-08 season. The book says he made only 21 appearances, but like any true cancer of a player (particularly in defense), it felt like a lot more. The best we can say about the lad is that he made it abundantly clear to the THFC "brain" trust that a new central defense was necessary. Alas, Jonathan Woodgate.
It took less than 45 minutes for the Brazilian right back to seal his Spurs fate. January 31, 2008: First leg of UEFA Cup q-final... Spurs lose 0-1 at WHL, go on to tie things up in Holland, then lose on PKs (Jenas!!!) BBC, you explain this:
Gilberto was at fault, needlessly gifting Farfan possession 25 yards out as PSV broke and the striker strode on and finished brilliantly past Robinson.
It capped a nervous first half from the Brazilian, who had only prevented an earlier Farfan charge on goal with a cynical foul that deservedly earned him a yellow card.
There would be only six more appearances for the World Cup vet. He's now languishing in the reserves. At least, that's what I think. Wherever he is, he ain't on the pitch, and there's no search party gathering.
Thoroughly unremarkable player. Aside from a few ill-timed tackles and emotional breakdowns, the Prince was another one conspicuous only by his anonymity. Undeterred by troubles on the field, Boateng, now on loan to Borussia (who are balking at Spurs asking price for a full transfer), has made more for himself in civilian life. I'll spare you the details. Here's the headline from March 19: Police question Spurs outcast Boateng as cars are damaged after night of celebration
He may have since been cleared of wrongdoing... or charged as a felon and readied for death row. I have no clue. And quite honestly, as long as he stays in Germany, that's fine.
He just wasn't ready. Some guys are ready. Gareth was not. The losingest player, per capita, in Premier League football, Bale still starts for Wales, which says more for the Welch than the footballer. That aside, there's still hope, though probably as a left-sided midfielder. Makes the list because of the price tag and hype.
All any of you have seen of him was the Carling Cup final, which was an utter disgrace. And while I mostly agree that he's failed to live up to his Euro 2008 performances, the demise of Roman Pavlyuchenko have been greatly exaggerated. There was even a moment, before Keane-o returned and Defoe got hurt, that he seemed to be finding his place. There are issues, surely, with his conditioning and overall temperament, but c'mooon, he's Russian. They're all crazy. And with all the monkey poop flung in his direction, the lad's still managed to scors some huuuuge goals... the winner home to Liverpool and late snipe at Burnley, to secure that same cup final place.