There was a loan at Norwich, just one game. That was September 2016 and the next day Edwards was given his debut, aged 17. remind a little bit of the beginning of Messi," Pochettino said. it's only looks, his body and the way that he plays. As if aware from the moment it was out of his mouth that this might not be the best thing to say. Then-manager Mauricio Pochettino, mind you, tried to take a step away from making it about his level, from loading him with that responsibility. This kid was going to be a star.īorn in Enfield, in north London, very much Tottenham territory, just 5-foot-6 and hugely talented, left footed, the most gifted of his generation, Edwards had been given a "Mini Messi" title for a reason. His first professional contract was bigger than they had ever given a kid, and it had been a battle: for a long time it seemed they might lose him, and that was already a prospect that concerned. ![]() Incidentally, the man he had beaten twice, had started his career here: Dier's family had moved to Portugal when his mum got a job working for Euro 2004.Įdwards was always special, they knew. North London-born Marcus Edwards came back to haunt his former club Tottenham Hotspur in the Champions League. This was special, though: against the club which he had joined aged 8 but where, speaking of those minutes, he had played just 15 in the League Cup against Gillingham. All game, Edwards was superb, just as he had been in the opening gameweek, a 3-0 win at Eintracht Frankfurt when he had provided an assist and scored a goal, making it three of each in seven games. Not just his 15 minutes of fame - and consistency is the challenge, of course. It was one of those: one of those when you feel like laughing. "He almost scored a historic golazo," Adan said, giggling as he pictured it again. The ball, nudged towards goal from so, so close somehow went past the post, off Hugo Lloris who it hit twice. He played it to Francisco Trincao and got it back, glided past Cristian Romero and then, five yards out. O'Hanlon: Ranking the Champions League field from 32 to 1 (E+)Įdwards picked the ball up in the middle of the pitch, turned and beat Eric Dier, not once but twice, going past him to one side and coming back past him the other, beyond Ivan Perisic too, hips swinging. ![]() "You see him run for the ball and think 'he can't reach that,' and he reaches it." "You see him there and you think 'he can't get out of there' and he gets out," one report ran. ![]() This was more like an oh, an ah and what the heck, breath held, supporters left mouths open and standing to deliver an ovation. There had been a roar when, during Sporting's meeting with Tottenham Hotspur this week, Edwards produced a sharp spin and fast feet. When Marcus Edwards, the kid they used to call Mini Messi, was Maradonian. Those inside the place felt it you've probably seen it by now. Transcendent maybe really is the word it transcended this place and transcended the game, this goal that wasn't. And suddenly everyone was talking about it. If it was art, by not ending in a goal it became art for its own sake. Alright, not better exactly but you get the point. Which, somehow, might even have made it better.
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