Happy Thursday, Spursland!
A well earned victory and a ticket to the fourth round of the FA Cup achieved, it's time to get back to business. And business in January means transfers. Given Tottenham's systematic dismantling of Leicester City yesterday with a heavily rotated side, I thought I'd start a list of things this team could actually use this window, and the probability of getting one.
1. Elite left back: Ben Davies and Danny Rose are both good players, not top of the line. An elite left back could, considering the space often given to our wide players, take this team to the next level.
Chances of us signing one: 0
2. Backup striker: Son and Clinton are not pure, out and out number nines. They do, however, add quite a bit of dynamism to the squad when deployed there. Name one player realistically capable of producing the display Son did yesterday currently on the market. That being said, if a striker were signed, Son does not have to be treated like a backup and can play as needed. Bit of a conundrum here.
Chances of us signing one: 4
3. Center back: I remember years when we were actually playing our fourth and fifth center backs due to injury. Our fourth and fifth guys this year are Eric Dier, our first choice defensive midfielder, and Federico Fazio, who may have been banished to the Faroe Islands by Mauricio Pochettino. I get that we could deploy Cameron Carter-Vickers in a pinch, but it's still an injury away from being a tense situation.
Chances of us signing one: 1
There you have it. My crack analysis of this January's transfer window in less than 300 words.
As for today's song, I have no way to give a back story or context without being mean so I'll just leave it here. I like this song and I hope you do, too.
And now for the "news":
Someone should explain to out of touch rich guy Jeremy Peace that the young man isn't a vintage Bordeaux. Lack of use and age are not becoming of strikers. He's got his hobbies in a terrible mix.
If you ever, change your mind/ about leaving, leaving me behind/ bring it to me, bring your sweet loving, bring it on home to me/ yeah, yeah, yeah.
Forget that he'd probably be on about 250,000 a week by then. Sign him up, Levy. FFS.
The guy who has delivered Leicester City to second place in late January even has to face questions over his selections. What a time to be alive.
We knew about the new TV deals, but the scale of the league's revenues was lost on me until now.