blogAuthor: michaelcalvin | Filed under: Blog
They say goalkeepers are mad, and up pops Tottenham’s Heurelho Gomes, to justify our most idle assumptions. He resembles an octopus that has ingested LSD, worries about life in inner city London, and probably belongs in a samba school.
For David de Gea, he is a vision of loveliness, a timely alibi. Nothing is certain when it comes to Gomes, but Manchester United’s beleaguered new goalkeeper will hope the Brazilian hangs around for the belated start of Tottenham’s Premier League season.
Being picked for tonight’s game at Old Trafford, an immediate test of Tottenham’s big four pretensions, would represent a huge gesture of faith in Gomes. It might also be the sort of mistake that triggers Harry Redknapp’s trademark twitch.
Gomes is capable of improbable, elastic saves. He’s also prone to errors that make him the poster boy for those blooper DVDs which while away the time when you are in a drunken stupor at Christmas.
To be honest, I thought we’d seen the last of him in the close season. His erratic form, as Tottenham’s Champions League dream dissolved, made him a liability. The signing of Brad Friedel seemed to be football’s equivalent of a hanging judge, wearing a black cap as he enters the courtroom.
Friedel is 40, has talent to spare, and does not have time to waste. He made a point of stressing he had not left Aston Villa to pick up the money and pick up splinters from the substitutes’ bench.
Shay Given, recruited to replace him at Villa Park, didn’t enjoy doing that at Manchester City. His season in the shade is a terrible warning.
There is nothing worse than being a second-string goalkeeper. You’re a member of the same tribe as the man who has your place. You identify with him, train with him, and grow to hate him.
If Friedel – or Tottenham’s apparent third string, Carlo Cudicini – doesn’t get an early opportunity, it threatens to be a long, long season.