The joyous screams of ‘Bale is back’, have of late been deafening. I’ve very rarely switched off Tottenham games, but the sense of impending doom as I was picking up on fan reaction was too much. I wasn’t going to learn anything and off went the TV. As we went about putting 8 goals in total against Wolfsberger my spidey senses told me that too many people would believe that thumping a poor side would be a catalyst for meaningful change. Naturally, it wasn’t. How could it be. You can improve morale, but if you have players that are fundamentally trapped by their own capabilities, then the effects of such a victory will be relatively thin.
Total successful actions is the old faithful reliability meter that tells us what the likely outcome was if you gave a player the ball. 29% says Bale was a liability that ought not to be passed to.
Passing accuracy of 47% says his ball control was worse than the odds you get when tossing a coin in the air. These aren’t opinions, they are facts. You may have enjoyed watching Bale play, but the reality was that against the metrics employed in professional sport, we may as well have played with 10 men.
Loose ball duels and offensive duels? He was winning 1 in 8 of them. A sliding tackle that missed, this was an unexceptional 69-minutes if ever there was.
Too many black crosses. Not enough activity in the first place.
I’m kidding of course, but in some games, the referees touch the ball more often.
Another sea of losses.
In conclusion, it would be really helpful if some fans could retain a sense of context. None of this is worth north of the subsidized £300,000 a week it is costing us.