Meanwhile, Spurs won an astounding game this morning (EDT): over-powered Sheffield United all game, a dozen corners to one, 20 or 30 shots to 2 or 3...and then Sheffield scored a go-ahead goal at the end of regulation. It looked certain that Sheffield U would wind their first game since being promoted...as the Sheffield United goalie kept falling down, calling for the trainers, and then having to take off his gloves and tie them back on, wasting five or ten minutes each time.
In desperation, maybe, Ange Postecoglu substituted on Andrade Richarlison, who had seemed to fail all last season under a contemptible coach named Conte, the coach who gave up in December. Plus a super fast young kid named Brennan Johnson, a Welsh (hurrah!) soccer version of CJ Abrams and the young Trea Turner. Johnson got loose again and again down the right side, coming within a leaning whisker of tying the game ("drawing level"). With all the time-wasting, the game was extended twelve minutes and Richarlison scored in the 98th minute. But "extra time" in soccer is not extra innings, so Sheffield kicked off, lost the ball, and lost the game in the 100th minute. What a game! (What a team...I happened to be in London on work about 1996 and saw a jaw-dropping game at the Spurs ground, White Hart Lane. That made me a Spurs fan ever since, no matter what disasters they call down on themselves)
https://www.theguardian.com/football/2023/sep/16/tottenham-sheffield-united-premier-league-match-report
