Yesterday was one of the bravest performances of any Tottenham Hotspur side ever fielded. To play 24hrs after the death of what is effectively a family member i can't salute enough what I saw on the pitch yesterday.
I'm hearing that Poch was the 2nd person on the scene to attend to Ugo. Ugo was taking a session on the pitch as was Poch on a neighbouring pitch. Ugo actually stopped his session by calling out to the players as he went into cardiac arrest. This was fucking whitenessed by all! Made even worse by the sense of hopelessness as your personal efforts to save your mates life were all in vein.
I am truly amazed at how they played yesterday considering what had happened 24hrs earlier. Anyone doubting or questioning this side, this manager, this club go fuck yourselves. Let me know when a member of your family dies, one that you failed to save the life of whilst you were thumping their chest giving them CPR and I'll turn up 24hrs latter with a bag of popcorn to watch how you are getting on.
Proof of our incredible mentality is that everyone is talking about the details of the game as if what happened to Ugo didn't happen, as if it was just a normal day.
I feel a mix of emotions today but the most overwhelming one is pride. Pride in the mentality of this team and those behind the scenes that enable it. Whilst many are coming to terms with conceding 4 goals from 5 shots, there are two children this morning coming to terms with why they haven't got a Dad.