Ghosts in the Eyes

For our journey to Manchester on Sunday morning I made a Bruce Springsteen compilation CD for the car that was driving us up there. The CD started with Thunder Road, a majestic song that looks ahead to reaching the Promised Land after a lifetime of past disappointments. Setting the scene for the story in the song, it contains the line “Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays”. The following morning I doubt I was the only one whose first vision when they woke to their own radio alarm was a yellow ball rolling across the goal, Joe Hart stranded, and Jermain Defoe poised to come onto to it...

I have seen enough football to know that vision may stay with me for a long time.

Losing that match dramatically at the Etihad has given some air for pundits who despise Tottenham to talk about a title challenge now over and self-hating Spurs fans who want justification for their ignorant and cynical belief that a title challenge was a delusional idea. Yet stoppage time on Sunday showed the swings and roundabouts in sport, the tight margins involved, and gave a perfect example of the term ‘six-pointer’.

We went to City on the back of a disappointing result at home to Wolves, where a few individual performances dropped below the high standards set this season. It is wrong to say that title talk in the preceding days caused that slight dip; there was no problem with the mentality, though it did look a case of one too many games after a hectic period, having also played an extra game three days earlier, with the game in hand against Everton.

Both Michael Dawson and Aaron Lennon, starting their third games in a week after coming back from injury, struggled, while tiredness also seemed to effect others, including Younes Kaboul, who as with the Everton game, began shakily and with errors. The atmosphere inside the ground to begin with was good though, with the expectancy raising the volume to start with, rather then inducing nervousness, which sometimes can happen.

But there were three stoppages in the first fifteen minutes, we never really got the up-tempo start we would have liked and we soon ended up chasing the game, as Wolves suddenly had something to hold onto. Perhaps through inexperience, Kyle Walker, cheaply gave away possession via a throw-in in our own half. He seemed to recover well enough to see the ball out for a goal-kick but a bad decision by the officials led to a Wolves corner and an opening goal.

Despite a concerted effort we failed to equalize before half-time as another vital decision went against Adebayor (although the fact he is offside so many times suggests he didn’t know he was being played on when he converted the Gareth Bale shot that looked goal-ward bound). But there were still 40 mins to go when we equalized. The goal came from fantastic movement again by Rafa Van Der Vaart, taking up a position in the box before using great technique to engineer room to pass to Bale, whose who lay-off in turn set up Luka Modric, who finally hit the target with one of a number of shots from him on the day from the edge of the area. That was the time to go on and make the pressure tell.  A second goal then and Wolves would have buckled. But they saw that period out, and we dropped two points.

Teams will drop points in the second half of the season. The key is making sure that when we don’t win, we don’t let it affect us, and get straight back on another winning run. Sunday was more than just another game though.

We started off well enough at the Etihad with a five man midfield and playing a large portion of the first fifteen minutes in their half. We continued to be comfortable until half-time, with Sergio Auguero’s individual ability the only threat, and masking Man City’s general play, which was decidedly average.

City started the second half off the better though before we countered four times, Van Der Vaart and Bale both looking to get in advanced positions without creating a clear-cut chance: Bale slipping the one time he could have had a strike on goal. Within two minutes City took the lead, Nasri’s movement and clinical finish doing justice to Silva’s killer ball. From nowhere, it was 2-0, Lescott given a free run to bundle home from a corner, the second soft goal we have conceded from a corner in two games.

Fortunately we were back in the game straight away. Jermain Defoe expertly capitalised on Savic’s error, finishing coolly and naturally, giving us a springboard for a comeback.  Lennon stretched City on the left after combining with Bale and Van Der Vaart before coming inside and, as so many times for us, providing a vital assist, this time to Bale, who proved how dangerous he is from the centre with a wonderful first time shot.

Whatever followed later, seeing the ball hit the back of the net, and the ensuring celebrations that had me hugging all and sundry and took me out dancing onto the concourse behind me, produced a few endorphins. And reports of an unusually animated and excited press box at the Emirates as Bale scored, was another example of the potential significance of the goal. As League games go, this was the biggest since our visit to City in May 2010, and while a positive result could only be judged in hindsight, that equalizer meant everything was possible.

We tightened up in midfield with Livermore on for Van Der Vaart, shortly after City brought on Balotelli for Dzeko. Lennon swapped again, Ekotto providing the width on the left, with Bale again dangerous with his movement from the centre.

City were there for the taking. On the back of two home defeats in cup competitions, without Yaya Toure and Vincent Kompany, and now under pressure against a better team. We pressed them high up the pitch looking to score the next goal. There is no doubting the resilient qualities of this Tottenham team, with second-half fight backs away at Inter and Arsenal last season, and a winning mentality that has been evident for three seasons now.

We had half chances, but no clear cut opportunity until the first minute of stoppage time and the aforementioned chance for Defoe. Livermore put Bale in, and his run and ball were perfect, taking all the defenders and Hart out of the equation. Defoe held his run so not to get offside but just failed to make sufficient contact.

Fine margins that could leave ghosts in our eyes.

Pienaar was close to putting Defoe in again before City then had a spell with the ball, while their fans were leaving in droves. All our men were behind the ball, and we eventually won the ball back, but a long ball from Ekotto gave it straight back. They then hit a long ball of their own and got behind us.

The one player in the world you would want defending in that situation is Ledley King. I have been lucky enough to see Baresi, Blanc, Hierro and Maldini play in the flesh, and Ledley is as good as any of them. It was a cruel way to end his personal record of 11 wins in a row and such a rare occurrence that he has mistimed a tackle his foul will be as memorable for that fact, let alone the significance and timing of the occasion.

But having seen all but one of the competitive games Ledley has played at White Hart Lane in his career, plus a fair few away and on international duty, he has noticeably found it harder this season. It is evident in the physical pain he clearly has when he is on the pitch and inevitable with his injuries. He would still be in my team every time if fit to play, but those days will sadly be rarer.

Television pictures later showed that Balotelli, who won the penalty and then scored it in stoppage time caused by prolonged treatment to Scott Parker, whom he petulantly but dangerously attempted to stamp, shouldn’t have been on the pitch. And neither should have Lescott, who was shown to have forearm smashed Kaboul.

Howard Webb, who has given us so many atrocious decisions in the past but appeared to have an okay game, apparently ignored Balotelli’s stamp, claiming he didn’t see it, which looks implausible from the pictures. It’s more credible he missed Lescott’s foul, but beyond belief that he has said yesterday Lescott would have only received a booking, meaning that City are fortunate in the extreme that Savic is not their only available natural centre back for their next league game.

And we shouldn’t lose sight of City yet. Technically we are now bang in the middle of a top five – five points ahead of fourth place Chelsea, five points behind second place United; eight points of the top and nine points above fifth place Arsenal.  But we still need to keep on City’s tail.

On paper they have a winnable run of games coming up and importantly the momentum is now with them. But history suggests points will be dropped. Conversely, considering the top three placings, the Man United win later that on Sunday afternoon may benefit Tottenham, as it keeps pressure on City, and everything suggests it will be pressure, if anything, that means City don’t go on and win the League this season.

Also strangely, a good parallel for Tottenham at this stage is Arsenal, who won the title in 1998 from being 9 points behind United as late as March. It was their first title for seven years and they were outsiders for most of the season, but were the form team, and won the double at a canter in the end, with a comparatively small squad. They had games in hand, and importantly won their six-pointer away, which we didn’t do on Sunday, but United then had pedigree City don’t have.

City could yet buckle, but all Tottenham can do now is get on another good run. As Springsteen also wrote in Thunder Road “You can hide ‘neath your covers and study your pain”, but feeling sorry for yourself is not an option.

We are as good as any team in the League, we need to pull out of Manchester and start winning again, forget the disappointment of Sunday, and blind out the distractions from Southwark Crown Court. It is a strong group of players and if they play to potential there is an outside chance Defoe’s miss will not be the definitive moment of our league season.

MG

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Nite Moves

In the pub after the cup win against Cheltenham, conversation turned to football superstition. As someone who justifies arguments with logic, reason, science and facts, there was a bit of surprise with the news that I have made an effort to drink out of my Spurs mug on matchdays since we have embarked on our fabulous run since winning at Wolves in September. I like to do my bit.

I do recognise fortune. The fortune of being born in the First World and the greatest City in the World; the fortune of good health; and the fortune of seeing a Spurs team in the eighties that played magnificent football. I was also fortunate that my first game was up in the Paxton Upper Tier, where as well as a good atmosphere (the banging of the wooden seats is still unforgettable now), it was also a great view of a great team, both then and now.

And last night, once again from the Paxton, I had a wonderful view of the artist Rafa Van Der Vaart.

I like art generally, having been to Picasso museums in Malaga and Barcelona, Van Gogh and Rijksmuseums in Amsterdam, as well as countless other exhibitions in places including Budapest, Dublin, Stockholm, Manchester and Madrid amongst others, often while my primary reason for travelling there in the first place was for football. Yet just as easy on the eye and stimulating to the mind is watching Van Der Vaart play.

In the second-half last night, as in the second-half against West Brom the previous week, his movement from a starting position in the centre of the pitch was wonderful. As was his touch, technique, intelligence and vision.  

Spurs started the second-half with a 4-3-3, used so effectively at Norwich in particular, recently. This time though Van Der Vaart was part of the three man midfield, alongside Jake Livermore and Luka Modric, rather than in the front three, where instead Aaron Lennon and Gareth Bale were fluid alongside Emmanuel Adebayor, at times Lennon hugging the touchline to stretch the width of the pitch while sometimes moving inside and letting the full-back overlap. A week earlier Van Der Vaart was playing behind a front two of Adebayor and Jermain Defoe in a diamond in the second half, and as like last night he ran the half.

His movement was similar to how Jari Litmanen used to play at Ajax in the mid-nineties in a shape which Terry Venables successfully adopted for England in Euro’96, with Teddy Sheringham at times picking up the ball alongside the centre back, while moments later in the same move being the furthest man forward in the opposition six-yard box. Van Der Vaart’s intelligence and personality, which I have written about before, makes him the perfect exponent of this.

He always plays the right ball, and had Xavi or Paul Scholes played as well as Van Der Vaart has in midfield in the second-half of Tottenham’s last two league games, it is likely his performances would have received more coverage. And as has been shown at times when playing from deep, most notably with two left-foot passes, one on the half-volley, out to Beniot Assou-Ekotto against Sunderland (when he also played in a diamond in the second half), he has the technique to execute difficult skills while spreading the play. I previously compared that half-volley to Hoddle, and with every game he plays he plays, Van Der Vaart looks to be the best player we have had since then.

His love of Tottenham is clear, as is the respect he has to all his previous clubs and their fans. And in style as well as attitude, he is what I would call, having grown up with the wonderful teams of the eighties, a typical Tottenham player.

He was central to the winner in the tight game against West Brom with his movement, a game when his great reading of the game was also vital when he was when he was defending 12 yards from his own by-line when we were momentarily down to nine men because of head injuries. And his attitude is key to our success.

His experience and leadership on the pitch last season contributed to a winning mentality that triumphed in the San Siro, got long overdue wins at the Emirates and Anfield, put Inter to the sword at White Hart Lane, and on four occasions won games in which we had missed penalty kicks. And as I wrote in a football column about the two Manchester clubs this week, mentality, pressure and confidence will be crucial in the title race.

It is no secret to anyone I have spoken to since the first week of October, or to anyone who has read things I have written about Spurs this season, that I think we can win the League. I have always thought the players and the manager have believed that as well. Other people seem to be coming round to the idea now as well. And as the manager inferred last night, we are beautiful to watch in the process.

MG

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