At half time on Saturday, I had both my kriss and kukri out, sharpened and most certainly ready for theoretical action against our current management.
What an abysmal first 45 minutes it was and I defy anybody to argue against that. We were awful.
Tim Krul? What can you say? If first goalscorer Freddie Ladapo’s pen had gone in, that would surely have been that.
We’ve had some great, great keepers over the years but never one quite like Krul when it comes to penalties. Even Kevin Keelan wouldn’t get near him.
Into the second half and [collectively having missed a few chances in the first] Max Aarons eventually swings a beautiful cross into the box from the right. Jordan Hugill wasn’t on the end of it but Rotherham skipper Michael Ihiekwe was. Head? Shoulder? Still not completely sure although I’ve seen it several times. Back of the net, anyway.
Then came the game-changer: a horrendous two-footed “challenge” on Olly Skipp from Angus MacDonald. A furious Daniel Farke yelled from the sidelines that it could have ended Skipp’s career, or something like that. Luckily that was wide of the mark and Skipp was able to carry on for a while, at least. Hard lads, these Tottenham boys.
A couple more fine saves from Millers’ keeper Jamal Blackman and an atrocious miss from a free header by Mario Vrancic meant that everybody was prepared for 1-1 and a point each. Or were they?
Our Emi wasn’t. He drew a foul beautifully on 90+4 and the referee quite rightly pointed to the spot.
Who wanted to take it? Emi. But Hugill over-ruled Buendia and scored a classic penalty. Cool or what?
I guess you could say it was a fortuitous victory. I wouldn’t disagree with anybody who did say that.
But, and this is a crucial but, we’ve proved at last that we can win ugly. We didn’t flow, we were not conjoined. But at half time we were looking down the barrel of no points but emerged with three. With a coolly-taken late injury time, match-winning penalty thrown in for good measure.
No I was not pleased with the overall performance but I’ve seen the first shoots of a repeat of 2018-19. Win ugly, get the points, come home and wait for Birmingham tomorrow evening.
Along with a Police colleague I once had the great pleasure of sharing a drink of Nepalese tea with a few members of a Gurkha regiment during a training operation at Lippitts Hill helicopter base in Essex in the early 1980s. They were very pleasant but remarkably taciturn fellas.
My mate Pete and I learned that the kriss and the kukri were to be appreciated, revered and respected. The Gurkhas we met didn’t carry either on duty [or off I would imagine].
So I’ve no knives out for Farke. I love winning ugly.