Worse Than Bad, Spurs are Just Ordinary

Not feeling this season yet. Until the derby. On the train, the buzz is back. The crowds, the blue smoke flares on the High Road corner, the extra rush to get to my seat. Shame the football had to spoil it.

But the emotion was there. Maybe like the players I need to ease myself into each season, especially as I get older, before I’m fully match fit. Because there have been so many seasons now, they tend to blend into one. Hope not, it will be over for me if they do. There’s nothing to compare with going to see the Hotspur, may that feeling never fade. I still feel a loss, detest a loss to the neighbours, but what’s important, essential, is that it matters. Joy and pain, I want to be affected by both. Apathy is anathema. I fear it, but the derby does it still.

It is without question the biggest game of my season. Other rivalries and squabbles pale into insignificance compared with the force generated by the weight of history. Battle of the Bridge and all that, old rivalry has turned into bitterness, it’s a nasty one, while WHam is the lopsided derby, good to win but it means more to them than it does to us. The NLD runs deep.

Because of that emotional involvement, look elsewhere for considered analysis. I watch games as a fan and as such, I’m far too frantic for this one. Sitting back and taking a considered view is the last thing I want to do in matches like these. I can’t analyse these games, I feel them.

Yet maybe that approach reveals some fundamental truths about where Spurs are right now. I feel frustration and some anger that once more, we’ve lost at home and to a goal that could, should have been prevented. What I felt is that this was another muggins goal, a free header 5 yards out. Mugs again. Mugs too often. That after a decent first half, we failed to up our game. Them lot were playing well enough but not at their most fluent or effective. There was our opportunity and we failed to exert sufficient pressure. That once they scored, we were never going to come back.

These feelings are all too familiar. Once we concede, we deflate. It all looks pretty similar, the shape, the movement, but nothing happens. There’s no edge. And here lies one big difference between them and us. They are resilient, disciplined and tough-minded, where we are not confident in ourselves. Ange talks about instilling consistency and belief, come what may, but it looks like we don’t have full and complete confidence in our method.

The gunners play decent, attractive football (by the way, this is a Spurs blog but unless we acknowledge that right now they are a better team than us, we’re deluding ourselves and we’ll never be able to move forward) with a precious clinical edge. Spurs are the opposite of cold and clinical. it’s freewheeling and risk-taking, albeit within established patterns. It’s great to watch and good fun when it works, but there’s no safety net and little margin for error. I like to see Maddison, Bentancur and Kulu weaving patterns in midfield but that deeper interchangeable role for Madders isn’t working because the foundations aren’t solid enough.

There’s a hole somewhere, something missing. Weakness where there should e strength. Nobody takes charge, there’s no authority in the middle of the park. It’s similar up front. Solanke will prosper, I’m sure. He adds a focal point and I like the way he contorts his body to get something, anything, on the ball to propel it goalwards. Old school centre forward play, that. But he was outnumbered two to one and overpowered yesterday. It’s a measure of our desperation that we have to stick a centre half up front for the last ten minutes in the vain hope of getting on the end of one of our wayward crosses.

The goal was an example of how they use this edge. I don’t think Vicario is as weak at corners as is often made out. Last season we left him unprotected and therefore vulnerable. Now, we have players around him and also the new interpretation of existing laws should help. So they put two players to pressure him, pushed away by two of ours. What this in fact did was increase his problems by creating a solid four man barrier in front of him. Their men didn’t want to get to him, they just wanted to commit two of ours. Gabriel slipped into that pocket, the ball was perfect, our marking less so, but they turned our defenders to their advantage.

Searching for explanations in the sulky silence of the journey home, there was one that stood out. It wasn’t about Angeball or tactics. We weren’t consistently exposed at the back and picked up more than enough possession. On the day, we weren’t bad, we were just ordinary, and ordinary isn’t good enough. if we’re set up to cross the ball, but barely produce a decent ball all afternoon, that’s not Angeball to blame, that’s just rubbish football. If we buy a centre forward, then leave him on his own as these crosses come in, or as yesterday sail over his head, that’s not Angeball, that’s rubbish football.

It feels as if the NLD is pivotal, a benchmark for progress. In fact it’s probably an outlier, given the frantic nature of these games not the best guide to the nature and quality of the football we play over the course of the season. But there are two inescapable conclusions to be drawn from yesterday’s game. One is that we don’t deal well with pressure, and we won’t get far until we do. The other that they are three years ahead of us in their development. With that comes that sense of certainty and resilience we have yet to learn.

We can make that progress, I’m certain of it, and the squad is full of promise, but of the many he must face Ange’s biggest problem is the burden of history, in particular two decades of unfulfilled promise and one trophy. So turn back the clocks. This is year 2 AC (After Conte). Then both the progress made and the distance to still to be covered come into focus. We have the best set-up and strategy at the club arguably since Levy took over, with focused recruitment and bags of potential waiting to be released but it takes time. As fans, patience is the gift that keeps on giving, but that’s tough even for an old lag like me.

My problem comes back to that emotional commitment again. I’m invested in Ange and I want him to succeed. I like his style, values and ethos. This is the right way to grow the club. But sometimes I wonder what he sees when he watches us play. I hear pundits drone on about Angeball and the high line but his tactics and shape aren’t significantly different from that of Man City, and other teams often play the high line. Our players are good but are they good enough to play this way? That’s the difference. Until then, patience. But while we’re about it, play a strong side at Coventry tomorrow so there’s some short-term joy.

Thanks for hanging around while Tottenham On Mind creaks into what passes for action for another season. I’ll post frequently but not necessarily regularly, basically when I’ve got something I want to say, starting with something about fans and the state of our relationship with the club. Click subscribe if you want to join about 500 other fans who get every post sent to their inbox. I’ll add links to Twitter and Bluesky, but will rarely post on the former because it is foul and bad for my mental well-being. Up the Spurs!