Espanyol and Pochettino: worse with Getafe seven years ago

Unlike the 1-1 of this Sunday, the blue triumph by 0-2 sentenced the 'Sheriff' of Murphy, who lived in Espanyol his first traumatic departure from a club, which emulates in Tottenham.


It is on its way to one week since Mauricio Pochettino's dismissal in Tottenham and one day since Espanyol stayed halfway in his supposed final at home against Getafe (1-1). Two factors that converge this November 25 in which seven years of the day in which the 'Sheriff' of Murphy fell before the azulones in Cornellà-El Prat and signed his first sentence on the benches.

If the Spaniard succeeded Mané in January 2009 as coach of Espanyol, he was a player with the same name, a Getafe player, who punctured him in the 90th minute of that encounter with a 0-2 that left the public of Cornellà ice cream El Prat, which was divided between the cries of "Pochettino, resignation" and those of "directive, resignation". And that the latter had only been in office for a week, with Joan Collet in the presidency, after overcoming Sergio Oliveró in a kind of shareholder suffrage. So who fell, on November 26, was the coach, along with the sports director, Ramon Planes, today in Barcelona. It was not formally a recall, but a "rescission by mutual agreement."

That Espanyol had chained three defeats and had nine points, the same as now, but in one day less, 13. And signed Javier Aguirre, who curiously this season has arrived as a 'firefighter' coach to a direct rival, the Leganés. Pablo Machín, of those, directed in Second to Numancia and was within five years of jumping on his own merits to Primera, commanding Girona.

The future of Pochettino was not too stained by that departure from Espanyol, since just two months later he signed with his inseparable coaching staff (Toni Jiménez, Jesús Pérez and Miguel d'Agostino) by Southampton, which in a year and a half he would convert in a Premier League fashion team to the point that Tottenham knocked on his door, which he took only six months ago to his first Champions League final. Football has no memory, but as an inscrutable entity it is wonderful.



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