Hugo Lloris

[BrooklynYid]

We should accommodate him however he wants. Legend.

 

[Style And Glory]

We should accommodate him however he wants. Legend.

It's a real shame how it ended but for the vast majority of his time here, he was phenomenal.
Thank you & good luck Hugo.

 

[Yid]

He wasnt perfect, but I'd say another one who owes us fuck all...

For me, his attitude sums up all the problems in that dressing room... at least he has the balls decided to tell them to stick it up their arse...

 

[USspur]

Thanks for the service. Best of luck in the future

 

[spurious]

He knows it's time. Can't see him ever coaching, but cam well imagine him running UEFA or the the French FA or something like that.

Will always remember him quick off the line (back in the day) and ridiculous reflex saves that we probably didn't properly appreciate( later on). Happy trails Hugo.

 

[J.spurs]

He knows it's time. Can't see him ever coaching, but cam well imagine him running UEFA or the the French FA or something like that.

Will always remember him quick off the line (back in the day) and ridiculous reflex saves that we probably didn't properly appreciate( later on). Happy trails Hugo.

He’s obviously respected and recognized as a leader. For a GK to be captain of club and country for more than a decade says a lot. I love the guy, and will be sad to see him go, though there’s no denying that it’s time.

 

[USspur]

 

[Glenjamin]

Cheerio Hugo!

Will miss those reaction saves massively! Ball to feet... Not so much!

Thanks for everything big man.

 

[USspur]

 

[J.spurs]

Named to the 25-man squad. I wonder if he'll be the backup moving forward, or if Forster will keep the role. Either way, he's a good man to have around, especially with a young goalkeeper like Vicario.

 

[Style And Glory]

Interesting.
Forster may be ahead of France's World Cup winning captain. Weird situation.

 

[ClemFandango]

I think him and Dier were named in the squad for no other reason than we had the space. I don't think either will play though, unless we have some kind of injury crisis.

 

[J.spurs]

Wow. I know things have fizzled out, but this is truly the end of an era.

 

[ClemFandango]

It's so wrong that he's basically just been ushered out of the back door.

One of our greatest ever signings deserves the chance to say a proper goodbye and a full testimonial as well.

 

[J.spurs]

It's so wrong that he's basically just been ushered out of the back door.

One of our greatest ever signings deserves the chance to say a proper goodbye and a full testimonial as well.

It is a shame. Football is such a ruthless business. It's kind of reminiscent of what happened to Michael Dawson under Poch.

Fortunately going to LAFC is a soft landing. It's a good, well-supported team that he'll excel at.

 

[The Cryptkeeper]

Thanks Hugo.

You are forever a Spurs legend.

 

[J.spurs]

Apparently being honored at halftime.

 

[USspur]

Hugo Lloris: how the gift of a luxury watch made me realise Spurs would accept second best

In exclusive extracts from his autobiography, the goalkeeper tells of his dismay at a well-meaning gesture by Daniel Levy before 2019 Champions League final

www.theguardian.com

Less than a year after the World Cup final, I found myself in the Champions League final against Liverpool. In doing so, I became one of a very select band who had played in a Euros final, a World Cup final and then a Champions League final in succession. The day before the match, in Madrid, I ran into Dejan Lovren, the Reds’ defender and my former teammate at Lyon. ‘Hey, Hugo,’ he called out. ‘You got the World Cup, you can let me have the Champions League!’

I did not let him have it. It was snatched from us. The penalty awarded by referee Damir Skomina 24 seconds into the match – when the ball struck Moussa Sissoko’s body and rebounded on to his hand – killed the final and wiped us out. From 2 June 2019, a change in the rules meant that a penalty would no longer follow if the ball struck a player’s hand after touching another part of their body. The final took place on 1 June 2019, and something which wouldn’t have been an offence the following day sealed the fate of the final before it had really begun.



Liverpool contented themselves with putting on a robust defence. As for us, we could only try our luck and dare a little in our play during the last 20 minutes. It was not a great final. I played three finals with Tottenham – two League Cups (2015 and 2021) and one Champions League – in which we didn’t score a single goal. It was so disappointing to have experienced all those emotions and for the adventure to come to an end in such a way. I don’t know if everyone in the club and the team realised how difficult it is to reach a final, and how hard it is to come back from that. I’m not sure we understood that this was perhaps the only chance in our career to win the Champions League; that the club we played for was not one that was programmed to win it; that we could have avoided ever hearing again the complaint that Tottenham never won anything; that our names might have been engraved in the club’s history forevermore. This is what that penalty took from us.

We do all have one engraved memory, though. Four days before the final, Daniel Levy called us all together to announce that, with the support of a sponsor, we would each receive a luxury aviator watch from the club. At first, we were excited to see the elegant boxes. Then we opened them and discovered that he’d had the back of each timepiece engraved with the player’s name and ‘Champions League Finalist 2019’. ‘Finalist.’ Who does such a thing at a moment like this? I still haven’t got over it, and I’m not alone. If we’d won, he wouldn’t have asked for the watches back to have ‘Winner’ engraved instead.

I have considerable respect and esteem for the man and all he has done for the club as chairman – I got to know him – but there are things he is simply not sensitive to. As magnificent as the watch is, I have never worn it. I would have preferred there to be nothing on it. With an engraving like that, Levy couldn’t have been surprised if we had been 1–0 down after a couple of minutes: so it was written.

At the post-match reception at the hotel, I had the impression that some people from the club and certain players were not sufficiently despondent at having lost. I would have liked people to come up to me and say, ‘Don’t worry, Hugo. Never again. We’ll give you the means for a comeback.’ But when I returned to my room on the night of the final, I think I had the same feeling as Mauricio and Harry: does the club really want to win? Real Madrid would never have celebrated a lost final, and we shouldn’t have either

Everything was hard after that, for Mauricio and for us. The club had finally invested in recruitment, but we hadn’t got over the Champions League final, and the squad still wasn’t sufficiently revived – and that’s not to mention the tensions that would only grow following a decision by the club which would affect the team’s day-to-day lives; a decision made without the consent of either the squad or the manager: to install cameras everywhere for Amazon’s series about Spurs. In light of the sum mentioned – around ten million pounds – we wondered whether those whose season and activities would be affected, all those being asked to mic-up each day, would get a cut. The answer wasn’t slow in coming: no.

So when the film crew placed little microphones on some of the canteen tables, we went and sat at other ones. We had to be careful all the time. The only place where we could speak freely was the training dressing room – we’d got them to agree that it would remain out of bounds.

Otherwise, they had mics and cameras everywhere – even at some practice sessions, which was no small matter: it was a constraint and it had consequences.

‘We eventually stuck our fingers in our ears’​

I found Antonio Conte to be quite a character, driven by victory, which gave him energy, but he found it very hard to control his frustration when we started drawing, let alone losing, because his inner torment had to get out; and if he was tormented, then everyone had to share that torment too, and things could get very complicated very fast.

He told me once that in any given week, his happiness lasted an hour, just after winning, and that was it. In training, he oversaw everything, organising tactical sessions with 10 outfield players against one goalie; but it was hard for the creative players to find their places in his restrictive game-play. The rigidity of the structure and set sequences did us a lot of good at first but, after a few months, teams learned how to play against us and it became tougher to win.

During matches, Conte was as extreme and eruptive as he appeared, garnering respect and fear. Such a strong personality pushed wingers to prefer to play on the side opposite the dugout. I have never forgotten our first defeat under Conte: a 2–1 loss to NS Mura in Slovenia in the Uefa Conference League. Even though I wasn’t playing, I was still entitled to his screams and reproaches, just like everyone else. In squad meetings, we would spend at least 30 minutes a day doing video analysis, not forgetting the interminable preparation camps at our training centre.

After the defeat in Maribor, he had screamed: ‘Mura, Mura, who’s Mura?! We lost to Mura!’ I can still hear him.

If a player needed a little love, he’d better not knock at Conte’s door. For Conte, trust is earned in training. He has no filter; he’s sincere, honest. He’s a manager who lives only by results, whereas from a player’s perspective, performance is important too. That season, when we lost 3–2 to Manchester United (a Ronaldo hat-trick),a result which didn’t reflect our performance, I told Pierre-Emile Højbjerg and Harry Kane in the dressing room: ‘They may have just beaten us, but I bet you we finish above them.’ And so we did, ending up in fourth place after battering Arsenal 3–0 on the last day, situating ourselves halfway between Conte’s demanding nature and a little self-management because, by dint of being whipped and screamed at, we eventually stuck our fingers in our ears.

 

[SpiderSpurs]

Hugo Lloris: how the gift of a luxury watch made me realise Spurs would accept second best

In exclusive extracts from his autobiography, the goalkeeper tells of his dismay at a well-meaning gesture by Daniel Levy before 2019 Champions League final

www.theguardian.com

Less than a year after the World Cup final, I found myself in the Champions League final against Liverpool. In doing so, I became one of a very select band who had played in a Euros final, a World Cup final and then a Champions League final in succession. The day before the match, in Madrid, I ran into Dejan Lovren, the Reds’ defender and my former teammate at Lyon. ‘Hey, Hugo,’ he called out. ‘You got the World Cup, you can let me have the Champions League!’

I did not let him have it. It was snatched from us. The penalty awarded by referee Damir Skomina 24 seconds into the match – when the ball struck Moussa Sissoko’s body and rebounded on to his hand – killed the final and wiped us out. From 2 June 2019, a change in the rules meant that a penalty would no longer follow if the ball struck a player’s hand after touching another part of their body. The final took place on 1 June 2019, and something which wouldn’t have been an offence the following day sealed the fate of the final before it had really begun.



Liverpool contented themselves with putting on a robust defence. As for us, we could only try our luck and dare a little in our play during the last 20 minutes. It was not a great final. I played three finals with Tottenham – two League Cups (2015 and 2021) and one Champions League – in which we didn’t score a single goal. It was so disappointing to have experienced all those emotions and for the adventure to come to an end in such a way. I don’t know if everyone in the club and the team realised how difficult it is to reach a final, and how hard it is to come back from that. I’m not sure we understood that this was perhaps the only chance in our career to win the Champions League; that the club we played for was not one that was programmed to win it; that we could have avoided ever hearing again the complaint that Tottenham never won anything; that our names might have been engraved in the club’s history forevermore. This is what that penalty took from us.

We do all have one engraved memory, though. Four days before the final, Daniel Levy called us all together to announce that, with the support of a sponsor, we would each receive a luxury aviator watch from the club. At first, we were excited to see the elegant boxes. Then we opened them and discovered that he’d had the back of each timepiece engraved with the player’s name and ‘Champions League Finalist 2019’. ‘Finalist.’ Who does such a thing at a moment like this? I still haven’t got over it, and I’m not alone. If we’d won, he wouldn’t have asked for the watches back to have ‘Winner’ engraved instead.

I have considerable respect and esteem for the man and all he has done for the club as chairman – I got to know him – but there are things he is simply not sensitive to. As magnificent as the watch is, I have never worn it. I would have preferred there to be nothing on it. With an engraving like that, Levy couldn’t have been surprised if we had been 1–0 down after a couple of minutes: so it was written.

At the post-match reception at the hotel, I had the impression that some people from the club and certain players were not sufficiently despondent at having lost. I would have liked people to come up to me and say, ‘Don’t worry, Hugo. Never again. We’ll give you the means for a comeback.’ But when I returned to my room on the night of the final, I think I had the same feeling as Mauricio and Harry: does the club really want to win? Real Madrid would never have celebrated a lost final, and we shouldn’t have either

Everything was hard after that, for Mauricio and for us. The club had finally invested in recruitment, but we hadn’t got over the Champions League final, and the squad still wasn’t sufficiently revived – and that’s not to mention the tensions that would only grow following a decision by the club which would affect the team’s day-to-day lives; a decision made without the consent of either the squad or the manager: to install cameras everywhere for Amazon’s series about Spurs. In light of the sum mentioned – around ten million pounds – we wondered whether those whose season and activities would be affected, all those being asked to mic-up each day, would get a cut. The answer wasn’t slow in coming: no.

So when the film crew placed little microphones on some of the canteen tables, we went and sat at other ones. We had to be careful all the time. The only place where we could speak freely was the training dressing room – we’d got them to agree that it would remain out of bounds.

Otherwise, they had mics and cameras everywhere – even at some practice sessions, which was no small matter: it was a constraint and it had consequences.

‘We eventually stuck our fingers in our ears’​

I found Antonio Conte to be quite a character, driven by victory, which gave him energy, but he found it very hard to control his frustration when we started drawing, let alone losing, because his inner torment had to get out; and if he was tormented, then everyone had to share that torment too, and things could get very complicated very fast.

He told me once that in any given week, his happiness lasted an hour, just after winning, and that was it. In training, he oversaw everything, organising tactical sessions with 10 outfield players against one goalie; but it was hard for the creative players to find their places in his restrictive game-play. The rigidity of the structure and set sequences did us a lot of good at first but, after a few months, teams learned how to play against us and it became tougher to win.

During matches, Conte was as extreme and eruptive as he appeared, garnering respect and fear. Such a strong personality pushed wingers to prefer to play on the side opposite the dugout. I have never forgotten our first defeat under Conte: a 2–1 loss to NS Mura in Slovenia in the Uefa Conference League. Even though I wasn’t playing, I was still entitled to his screams and reproaches, just like everyone else. In squad meetings, we would spend at least 30 minutes a day doing video analysis, not forgetting the interminable preparation camps at our training centre.

After the defeat in Maribor, he had screamed: ‘Mura, Mura, who’s Mura?! We lost to Mura!’ I can still hear him.

If a player needed a little love, he’d better not knock at Conte’s door. For Conte, trust is earned in training. He has no filter; he’s sincere, honest. He’s a manager who lives only by results, whereas from a player’s perspective, performance is important too. That season, when we lost 3–2 to Manchester United (a Ronaldo hat-trick),a result which didn’t reflect our performance, I told Pierre-Emile Højbjerg and Harry Kane in the dressing room: ‘They may have just beaten us, but I bet you we finish above them.’ And so we did, ending up in fourth place after battering Arsenal 3–0 on the last day, situating ourselves halfway between Conte’s demanding nature and a little self-management because, by dint of being whipped and screamed at, we eventually stuck our fingers in our ears.

Plonker trying to shift blame from the players - With an engraving like that, Levy couldn’t have been surprised if we had been 1–0 down after a couple of minutes: so it was written - and blame Levy / an engraving.

Thank fuck he's nothing to do with us anymore, lost all respect when he got done for the drink driving.

 

[J.spurs]

Plonker trying to shift blame from the players - With an engraving like that, Levy couldn’t have been surprised if we had been 1–0 down after a couple of minutes: so it was written - and blame Levy / an engraving.

Thank fuck he's nothing to do with us anymore, lost all respect when he got done for the drink driving.

These player memoirs are always nauseatingly self-serving, but I don't think he's blaming Levy for the result. Seems to be suggesting that some of the players and the manager didn't feel like the club had a winning culture. Hardly the only one who's claimed that over the years.

 

[spurious]

Thank fuck he's nothing to do with us anymore, lost all respect when he got done for the drink driving.

The drink driving is not a good look, but the disgrace that night was who he was keeping company with. Any Spurs player out on the lash with Koscielny and Giroud should lose more than his driver's license.

 

[Dave]

These player memoirs are always nauseatingly self-serving, but I don't think he's blaming Levy for the result. Seems to be suggesting that some of the players and the manager didn't feel like the club had a winning culture. Hardly the only one who's claimed that over the years.

Quite frankly, club legend or not. (Personally i wouldn't put him in that bracket)..It's a cheap shot to sell books. Basically he's throwing the players and Levy under a bus. Didn't have the bottle to call them out when he was there though...oh except having a pop at Sonny in front of the cameras walking off at half time....yeah....Big man alright.
I've no time for that shite. He had several years to lead by example including the time he was off his head driving.
He's let himself down with this imo..

 

[SpiderSpurs]

These player memoirs are always nauseatingly self-serving, but I don't think he's blaming Levy for the result. Seems to be suggesting that some of the players and the manager didn't feel like the club had a winning culture. Hardly the only one who's claimed that over the years.

Wait, so you're saying Levy decided the mindset of a world cup winning captain?

Ok.

 

[J.spurs]

Wait, so you're saying Levy decided the mindset of a world cup winning captain?

Ok.

No, that is not what I’m saying.

 

[DMackay]

We should accommodate him however he wants. Legend.

Legend to what?

Drunk drivers??

He’s a disgrace and should never have remained captain after he chose to get in a car pissed and drive it on public roads!

Could quite easily have killed somebody!

Cunt

 

[DMackay]

The drink driving is not a good look, but the disgrace that night was who he was keeping company with. Any Spurs player out on the lash with Koscielny and Giroud should lose more than his driver's license.

Wasn’t one half of Ant and Dec with him at the time?

Apparently he wasn’t just over the limit either and could barely walk!

 

[spurious]

Apparently he wasn’t just over the limit either and could barely walk!

Puked in the car too. But again, that could have been due to the presence of a couple of gooners.