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Dermot Gallagher: “Bissouma knows the situation he’s placing himself in. He shows complete disregard to the opponent; what if he’d seriously hurt himself with this cavalier attitude? Can you imagine how Andre would be feeling?”

A THREAD of the APPALLING and ABHORRENT decisions made by referee Robert Jones during #thfc’s 1-0 defeat at Sunderland today. 🧵⤵️ Beginning with Brian Brobbey’s late tackle on Cristian Romero, which saw no card given. 🤦‍♂️ x.com/Tottenham_goal…

Van Der Ven’s “yellow” Compare an contrast to Brobbey’s push on Romero The club need to release a full social media dossier on this tomorrow Quietness = weakness Publicly humiliate the ref and the Premier League x.com/mstottenham/st…

These wet wipes are gagging for another lockdown. You're in Glasgow mate! #bbc

Then keep your horses at home Willie. JP too. You don’t own racing. You don’t run racing. You don’t dictate your own terms and threaten to take your bat and ball away. I for one have just lost complete respect for you.

Hope all you fans that wanted Ange gone in the summer enjoy this relegation on your CV

Actually, it’s: Wins - 7 Draws- 7 Losses - 14 The first 10 games don’t count.

Ange was doing this with Ben Davies and Emerson Royal at centre back, and Bryan Gil at left wing. Genuine miracle worker.

Been saying for ages that Spurs are refereed differently. Now it's confirmed as fact.

Here's just the first half our at Old Trafford yesterday, as promised...featuring Michael Oliver vs Tottenham Hotspur (I kid you not) I will complete the thread to the full 90min later tonight...but so far it's bonkers👀 10-0 United even before the Red

Didn't see this sort of injury intelligence for Ange. Ange was just naive of course. #COYS

@xAlexTHFC Shutup. Prat.

Chant idea These bitches love Souza, O End or no end Fuckin' with them O boys, you gon' get fucked over 'Raris and Rovers, these hoes love Chief Sosa Hit him with that Cobra, now that boy slumped over They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain't making no noise Thoughts?

Commentators talking about our injuries and how it isn’t Franks fault 😂 When it was a certain Australian gentleman, they wanted his head on a stick 😂

@SpursOfficial Get him out now. He's killing us

Goal for West Ham. ⚪️ 1-2 ⚒️

Gary Neville: “ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh, Romero is in big trouble here, the referee has no choice but to produce the red card, and I’ve just been informed that the police have arrived to escort Romero straight to prison, he’s only got himself to blame….”

Frank clueless yet again. Get him gone for God's sake Tottenham!

The personal reason being he thinks Thomas Frank fucking stinks

Nuno had his Moura moment, I’ll forever remember Frank as the manager who was so furious his team were playing well that he made substitutions to make sure he nipped than in the bud ASAP.

The irony of Ange being berated for not having a Plan B is watching a Thomas Frank "coached" team without a Plan A.

I find it ridiculously unselfish how Ange completely sacrificed his job for the better of Tottenham Hotspur. A lot of managers talk about legacy. Ange acted on it. He said it himself: finishing third wouldn’t change the football club — winning a trophy would. And that wasn’t a throwaway line. That was a declaration of intent. Because league positions fade. Seasons blur together. But silverware rewires how a club sees itself. What gets forgotten is that Ange told us exactly where this was going very early in his second season — back in September — when it didn’t look likely. That’s when he said it. “I don’t usually win things. I always win things in my second year.” And when people laughed, mocked, clipped it up, and used it against him — he doubled down. “People keep mocking me. We’ll see.” He believed. In the club. In this squad. He instilled BELIEF into EVERYONE. Because once you say that out loud, there’s no hiding. You either deliver — or you’re finished. And he knew that. From that moment on, everything made sense. The risks. The refusal to compromise. The willingness to take short-term pain for long-term meaning. He wasn’t chasing survival. He was chasing destiny. Even during the injury crisis — when half the squad was broken, when lineups looked improvised, when results swung — Ange never broke the message. Same football. Same belief. Same demand. But the part that made him different, the part that made people ride with him even when it hurt, is that he never threw the players under the bus. Not once. When it went wrong, he didn’t go into press conferences blaming players. He took it. He wore it. He made himself the shield. And that’s leadership, because players know when you’re using them as a ladder to save your own image. Ange didn’t do that. He protected the group, backed them publicly, and kept the blame where it belongs — on the manager. And that’s exactly why the players believed him when he asked them to keep going. Compare that to managers like Conte. Conte’s brilliant, but when things got ugly you could feel the separation — the distance, the public frustration, the one tantrum that basically told everyone “this isn’t my fault. I want to be sacked.” Ange did the opposite. He built unity by taking responsibility, even when it meant he was the one getting hammered every week. And you heard the proof of what he was doing behind the scenes from James Maddison after the Europa League final, when he lifted the curtain on Ange’s mentality work. Maddison said Ange would take the players around the training ground and show them the walls with Tottenham’s past trophies. All black and white. Old. Distant. Frozen in time. And Ange would tell them: how upsetting it is for a great club like Tottenham to not have a recent trophy. Then he’d say that this group — you — are the ones who will get on that wall. Not in black and white. Not as a footnote. But as the group that changed something. That matters more than tactics. More than systems. That’s psychological architecture. That’s how belief becomes real. Suddenly it’s not just about winning a game. It’s about becoming the team people point to years later. And Ange knew focusing fully on the Europa League was a risk. He knew the hierarchy might not forgive league sacrifice. He knew the margins. But he trusted his understanding of Tottenham more than theirs. He knew this club didn’t need another “almost.” It needed a scar to heal. So he put everything on the line — reputation, job security, future — to give the supporters something permanent. One day. One trophy. One wall that would never be black and white again. That’s why this isn’t just admiration. It’s loyalty. Because when it mattered, he chose us over himself. What a manager. Put his job on the line to change the football club and deliver for the supporters. Audere Est Facere. My manager. Always.