It was late.
It was daring.
It was...Ledley King.
Fitness is not the King's strong suit, but with technique like his, fitness is only a third of the battle.
When Redknapp announced the team sheets, I expected a bit of a shock, but two? (Danny Rose is a completely different topic altogether!)
When Tottenham are blessed by the King's good graces to play, the fans revel in it. He is all that is class at the Lane and by a long shot, the top defensive legend Spurs have ever had. Standing tall on shaky knees he bolstered our otherwise deficient back line.
Kaboul will always scare me.
He is a very tenacious defender, but at times has the rashness of the absentee Wilson Palacios. He does use his large figure well to muscle the weaker forwards... I mean all of Arsenal's attacking options. Overall, he put in a decent shift and I was well pleased.
Assou-Ekotto has been a question mark in the past few games, yet he looked a step ahead of most in this particular derby affair. Starting with the goal line stop from one Sol Campbell within the opening two mintues. He was intelligent in his touch and did not over complicate his play which is something he does all too often. Phenomenal game from the Corn Rowed Caper.
Dawson embodies Tottenham. I compare him to the Grinch, not the Grinch we all know and hate, but to the one whose heart was two sizes to big. He throws his body on the line game in, game out and I truly believe the only way he would want to die is going out in his Spurs shirt. The #20 inspired everyone tonight and was deserved of much praise from all the Spurs faithful.
And now for what you have all been waiting for... The Return of the King.
Ledley's contribution tonight was indescribable, but above all, unforeseeable.
For someone like Ledley (and this is popular news) training does not come all that easy. With a chronic knee problem many people believe him to be a liability, but on what grounds?
Whenever he is in the side, the Spurs play their best football. They think, they talk, they believe. He is resilient in the face of adversity and he lifts others to his standards.
Ledley played without fear tonight. Besides, knowing that any game could be his last, why not make it a North London Derby?
Every touch was with finesse. Every tackle was made with venom. And every pass was pinpoint and precise.
Allbeit Ledley was not the sole victor tonight, the game was won from the back.
It was the solidarity of their Captain and his ragtag infantry to dig in the trenches and hold them. And boy did they.
So King, take a bow, the ball is in your court.