An extraordinary win last night marked not just by some great individual contributions but an unshakeable team resolve. What we watched of was the lesser spotted unforgiving Spurs in full plumage. Spurs bullied Manchester United for the first time in my entire life.
It was however a crazy game. We go from Poch being
at his wits end calm and Tottenham looking equally vague, to everyone acting as if the show put on last night was somehow normal, somehow business as usual. Which it very definitely wasn’t.
At one point the BT Sport commentary wallah said something along the lines of it being difficult to believe that this Spurs side was some many points behind the teams above them. Well, it wouldn’t be difficult at all mate, had you watched Spurs this season. The closest we’ve seen Spurs come to playing at this level of intensity and focus was against Real Madrid. If anything, last night was more frenetic than that showing.
So what happened?
One glaringly obvious observation would have to be the constant cross Poch has to bear, namely when he doesn’t have his best XI fit and available then we’re handicapped.
Making hysterical pronouncements on the back of one atypical win isn’t usually helpful but we learned one thing for absolute certain last night and that is Poch has been lying to everyone – probably even himself – about Sissioko. The positive impact of not fielding the ponderous lump rippled through the entire team.
What was almost as peculiar as how good we were was how jinxed Manchester United were. Please pause here and note I said jinxed and not poor.
Our opening goal Jose described as something they’d watched us trying on tape, positionally it was something they ought to have reacted to, but didn’t. Then there was the own goal. There there was the two Spurs players for every Man United players in virtually action.
When they had the ball they weren’t bad at all, they just didn’t get much of the ball. For the watching in black and white. That’s called meaningful possession. The only type worth discussing.
What was the cherry on the cake – bizarrely – is that when Lamela came on he was strutting and popping about like a World Cup winner. The confidence levels were sublime throughout the entire team.
The only lingering question/doubt/conundrum is can Spurs revisit this magic next time out, or will there be the same deflating sighs as we revert to type?