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Pochettino wants Son to convince him not to sign another striker

266in379

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But will he ever eclipse our 'Arry?

Can't see him doing it, myself. He'll definitely go Father than Coulthirst though.
 

chinaman

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Hope Son really responds to this challenge. If he does, who knows we might really not need to buy this window.
 

bigspurs

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IF

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my SON!

––– Kipling –––
 

greywizard2020

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Heung-Min Son played as one of the attacking-three against Leicester, as opposed to the lone-striker role, which freed him up do be able to do what he did. The need for a striker who can support & compete with Harry Kane still exists, but we shouldn't just get in anybody as the Poch quite rightly has said. We need to maintain the strong dressing-room, so it will be difficult to recruit, but I hope that means the likes of Harrison can be drafted into the matchday squad.
 

fletch78

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Aug 31, 2012
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Hasn't Son scored more than three?

*Edit* he has five! Two against Qarabag, one against Palace, one against Watford and one against Leicester.
 
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Mouse!

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Aug 29, 2011
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IF

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my SON!

––– Kipling –––

Is this an 1882 number?
 

Lifeson

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Aug 31, 2012
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Carry on my wayward Son
There'll be starts when Kane is done
Don't lay your weary head to rest
Please just score some more
 
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