He's haring about with a little piece of me in his pocket
I missed the England game Friday. Partly because they are almost always torture, but mainly because I was at a Fleetwood Mac gig in Paris, by about 6000% the most romantic thing I’ve done for long-suffering gf.
I got a text from my old man leaving the Bercy stadium after three hours of impressive highlight-reliving stuff from the band. "Townsend did the business", he said. "I had a feeling".
On this we disagreed. I have struggled with the perception that Townsend cannot be good enough for our most in-demand wide midfield positions. He has had some very good performances, and excellent moments, but…Bale, VdV, Modric…is he going to make that kind of impact? It’s obviously unfair as they all perform different roles, but after nine loans, is the sheer quality there?
Reading about his match-winning display for England, I felt a little pang of shame. This is a boy that has applied himself relentlessly in unpromising circumstances to fight his way past superstars with astronomical price-tags to establish himself not only in his position, but often as our most prominent threat. His gifts of speed, trickery, coolness, power and imagination will all grow.
But perhaps more than his qualities we should recognize the value of what Townsend is: the only home-grown player in the team, who has been with the club since the age of nine. If there is such a thing as a ‘Spurs type of player’ he is one. If we want Tottenham Hotspur to succeed we want Andros Townsend to succeed.
The extraordinary commitment of players such as Stephen Carr and Lord Ledley King shows that no will care more than these players. They preserve a link to the history and identity of the club, as well as to a community that has been alienated by the rapid conversion – goes for most PL teams - from local bulwark to corporate entertainment.
Townsend penetrates the faux-weary and often willfully ignorant cynicism of commentators, who want to reduce everything to empty statistics, easy-digest takeaways and more knee jerks than the Monty Python knights. What Townsend brings to the club is pure Tottenham, at a time of revolutionary flux, and we all need to back the man senseless.