I called a team meeting on Wednesday morning. I had spent the past two days locked in my office, the whiteboard a chaotic mess of tactical diagrams, the System running thousands of simulations.
We had beaten Tottenham twice already this season, both times in the league. We knew their weaknesses. We knew how to exploit them. And I had a plan. A brutal, aggressive, and utterly ruthless plan.
I wiped the whiteboard clean. The 4-2-3-1, the formation that had served us so well against Arsenal and City, was gone. In its place, I drew a new shape: a 4-1-2-3. It was a formation designed for one thing and one thing only: attack.
"We're going on the front foot," I announced, my voice ringing with a conviction that left no room for doubt. "No more sitting back. No more absorbing pressure. We're going to go out there, and we're going to tear them apart."
