Man City 0-2 Spurs: Four Tottenham Talking Points

1. Sarr

There seemed to be pretty broad consensus that young Sarr was yesterday’s standout chappie, and who am I to disagree with the masses? Top marks to the young nib, as for the second consecutive game he took the opening whistle as his cue to break into a gallop, and didn’t stop until the credits rolled.

If you were the sort of busy cove who, finding your weekend diary packed full of frivolities, found only the team to catch the 5-minutes highlights package on Match of the Day last night, the principal evidence for Sarr’s non-stop running routine would have been his contribution to the first goal in particular. For this, to remind, he went bounding across the pitch to the right flank, on around halfway, all for the purpose of leaping a few yards vertically and applying a spot of the old loaf to the ball as it cruised by, sending it into the path of Richarlison, who combined with Johnson to do the necessaries.

And if this had indeed been all you caught of Sarr’s input, one could readily assure you that the moment was not just a triumph in and of itself, but also a most appropriate representation of the young scally’s overall performance. “Neatly encapsulating”, would be one way of describing it. “Summed up his afternoon’s work,” would be another. Or perhaps “Captured his performance in a microcosm,” if you wanted to add a scientific element.

While he obviously didn’t spend the entire 90 minutes creating one goal after another through his relentless pattering about the place, he did seem to spend the entirety haring about to every corner, chasing causes that were both lost, found and all points in between. It seemed to me that if the ball were in play, there was a strong chance that a quick scanning of the eyes a few yards to the left or right would reveal young Sarr to be in hot pursuit.

Pleasingly, this was not a performance that could obviously be labelled as distinctly ‘Defensive’ or ‘Attacking’ either, for it seemed to include generous helpings from both Column A and Column B. Admittedly the days of our lot being stretched at the rear and in desperate need of reinforcements to come haring back and straining every sinew to prevent disaster (or, for ease of communication, ‘Angeball’) are a thing of the past, but this was City away, and there was therefore understandable need for the midfield johnnies to don a helmet and muck in with their defensive chums. In this defensive respect, Sarr was present and correct whenever needed.

And yet, similarly, when the situation demanded that attacking apparel be donned, Sarr required no second invitation – as noted above, with that opening goal.

Another positive offshoot of Sarr’s mind-boggling stamina in charging about the place was that it allowed Bentancur and Paulinha to get on with their principal duties – which seemed to be interceptions and tackles respectively – without being dragged all over the place. At the risk of sounding like a commercial for a household appliance, Sarr did the running so that they didn’t have to.

2. Paulinha

On the subject of Paulinha, I was thrilled to my very core to see a fellow willing to embrace the oft-neglected art of the good old-fashioned tackle.

These days, with tackles from behind outlawed, and fouls awarded for tackles that actually win the ball but then crunch a leg or two as an afterthought, one would be forgiven for thinking that the powers that be are hell-bent on creating a world in which tackles are removed from the game altogether, and those purveying them are smoked out and publicly humiliated as enemies of the state.

All too often last season, AANP would look on with dismay as opposing sorts cottoned on to the fact that they could waltz unopposed straight through the centre of our team, encountering not so much a wall of steel as a soft underbelly.

With Paulinha at the heart of things however, there is a bit more resistance about our lot. The general setup is decidedly more circumspect, in fact. Where last week Gray sat, and Sarr and Bergvall beavered willingly further north, yesterday Bentancur and Paulinha seemed fully alert to the fact that their primary duty was to patrol the fences and wag a finger of censure at anyone who tried to slip through.

One hesitates to suggest that this was the perfect defensive midfield performance from Paulinha. Plenty more that could be done, of course, in various respects. However, I’m not sure any amongst us could fail to have been stirred by the sight of a fellow adorned in lilywhite (or, as the case was yesterday, that rather dreamy, plain black number) throwing himself with gusto into one meaningful and full-blooded challenge after another.

Paulinha and Sarr were also conspicuous by their participation in the high press, of which AANP is also a fully signed-up fan. If City must dominate possession – as they surely will, more often than not – I rather like the logic of letting them do so in their own penalty area rather than ours, and doing a spot of pack-hunting while they’re at it, just to keep them on their toes.

As an added bonus, Paulinha even found time for a goal, which was jolly good form. It came from more of that high pressing, so it immediately earned an AANP thumbs up, and while one might argue that there was nothing terrifically sophisticated about the young bean’s finish, I still give him credit for hitting the target when he had approximately half the City team stationed between him and it.

3. Kudus

A brief congratulatory word too, for young Master Kudus, for reasons that it would be easy to overlook. Following his presentations against PSG and Burnely I burbled away with some satisfaction about the strength and skill he demonstrated whenever he strode forward.

While these facilities were once again on show intermittently yesterday, what really caught the AANP eye was Kudus’ very obvious eagerness to come bounding back and muck in whenever City advanced upon Porro in or around our own area. Who knew that a fellow as fond of the glamorous, attacking side to life as Kudus, would be quite so dedicated to the grubbier parts of the job?

And yet this was no perfunctory contribution on the part of Kudus. He did not simply amble back to the general vicinity and watch on with limited intent as Porro did the dirty work. Kudus veritably sprinted back to assist, on several occasions.

These are, of course, early days, and one waits to see how long this eagerness to please his new employers remains a defining characteristic, but by golly I gave an impressed whistle or two as I watched it unfold.

4. Vicario

Part of what made this quite such an impressive win, quite apart from the obvious elements of the opposition and venue, was the fact that this was not one of those bashes in which our lot hung on for dear life inside our own penalty area and survived a bit of an onslaught at the end. Far from it.

In fact, close the eyes and whizz through proceedings in your mind, and you’ll struggle to pick out more than three or four clear chances conceded. We almost gifted City a goal in the second half, when we gummed up one of those dreadful short goal-kick routines; and Haaland headed over from close range at the end of the first half; but aside from those I only remember two Vicario saves of note.

However, those two saves were of the highest order, and simply to gloss over them on the grounds that City created little else would be to do a disservice to our regular overseer of the rear.

For a start, both saves were made at 0-0 in the first half, at which point, had he failed to do his shot-stopping duties, the whole pattern of the game would have turned on its head. We may, of course, have concede one or both of these and still gone on to win in handsome fashion; but on the other hand, we may not have done so.

The first of those saves saw Vicario make the sagacious decision to depart his goal-line at a pretty nifty lick, and head out to the right corner of the 6-yard box, to do a spot of healthy smothering of an incoming shot from a narrow angle. It was the sort that, I suppose, one would have been mightily disappointed to have gummed up and allowed in, but nevertheless it needed saving and save it Vicario did.

The second was drizzled in a bit more glamour, that Marmoush character finding himself clean through and at a much more welcoming angle. Those who enjoy a flutter every now and then would presumably have taken one look and shoved their chips in on Marmoush, for the odds were heavily in his favour.

Vicario, however, sped from his line and then spread his frame like a champion – arms outstretched, legs splayed and frame upright. The collective effort of these body parts proved sufficient. Marmoush’s effort was repelled, quite possibly by the chest or neck of Vicario, and parity remained.

To stress, this was not one of those afternoons in which Vicario could be spotted hurling himself this way and that every five minutes to keep City at bay – but what he had to do he did most effectively, and if after a moment’s thought Our Glorious Leader saw fit to pat him on the back on the way down the tunnel, it would have been an act of congratulation with which I could only have concurred.