Spurs 1-2 Villa: Four Tottenham Talking Points

1. Curious Under-Use of Proven Tactics

And it had all started so well. Here I don’t just refer to the early goal, although that sort of breezy input does always raise the spirits and un-jangle the nerves and so forth. I refer additionally to the manner in which we came about the goal, which is to say the corner was won in the first place by some well-executed beavering by Mathys Tel, a sure sign that the fellow had bought into the notion of the high press.

In fact, while Bentancur was mobbed by his chums for then scoring from that corner, if AANP had been on the pitch and involved in the mobbing, he would have made a point of accompanying his congratulations with the message that the back-slaps and embraces were more for Bentancur leading that high press in the first place, as for the scoring the goal. Joyous though the moment may have been, such communication nevertheless matters.

Barely a minute later we had the ball in the net again, albeit young Kudus had shown that tendency for instant gratification that is so common amongst the young folk, and set off on his gallop a smidge too early, prompting the offside flag. A shame, because he executed the rest of the operation with a deadly boot.

Anyway, by this point, AANP’s spirits were considerably buoyed. Here, I thought, was a blueprint. The road to success, continued the thought, was paved with the dual approaches of pressing the other lot high up the pitch, and playing in behind their high line.

This having resulted in netting twice within the opening six minutes, I just rather assumed that, upon realising we were onto a good thing, we might double down on the tactic and try it repeatedly until the ref took mercy. Or, failing that, at least try it once or twice more.

Alas, those tasked with carrying out on-pitch operations were evidently of different mind. The train of thought of those in lilywhite seemed to be more along the lines that any approach that brought home a rich harvest ought then promptly to be locked away for another time. Replication was to be avoided. Further success ought to be achieved by alternative means.

This I wouldn’t have objected to particularly if the alternative means had seen our heroes tear into Villa and barely allow them to pop their heads up for breath. To my considerable chagrin, however, our lot spent the next 40-odd minutes of the first half, and all but about 5 of the second, generally meandering rather aimlessly.

Worse, the one tactic that seemed firmly to have been adopted was that brain-meltingly dreadful gambit of playing out from the back, a strategy that I am convinced is statistically proven to create more attacking bounty for the opposition than the team in possession. This, alas, seemed to be the approach de jour, and no amount of bashing my head against a brick wall could prevent it.

In fairness, our lot did also repeatedly shove the ball at Porro and Kudus, and then stand back and watch with expectant faces, under the assumption that these two have magicked up chances before so they would presumably not require any further help to do so again. If on the pitch and conscious, seemed to be the thinking, then Porro and Kudus could be left to do it all themselves.

There were also set-pieces – this afternoon including Danso long throws – and AANP is certainly not too proud to bellow some hearty approval when these cause havoc; but I do occasionally want to submit to The Brains Trust that such inputs ought to supplement rather than replace bright ideas that originate from open play.

Alas, after those halcyon opening six or so minutes, and that brief flurry at the start of the second half, the well rather ran dry, and the gloomy realisation dawned that additional time could have gone on for another half an hour and we’d not have looked like scoring.

2. Tel

I’ll keep this one brief, but the early signs are that young Master Tel is a prime candidate for that roster of chappies whose actual purpose in life is a bit of a mystery. On my particularly cantankerous days I sometimes include Bentancur in that gang, so Tel is in good company, but we’ve cast the beady eye upon him for several months now, and while one doesn’t want to knock the poor fellow, I do regularly draw a bit of a blank. (As does he, one might add.)

He has not previously shown enough in the way of dribbling, or indeed crossing, to suggest that he’s a bona fide winger, or even an auxiliary winger, come to think of it. And he certainly lacks the physical presence to lead the line as a centre-forward. If you want your central striker to be tossed around by the centre-backs like a ragdoll and look plaintively at the ref while sitting on the turf, then Tel is very much your man. When it comes to holding up the ball, however, and battering the other lot into submission, Tel has the look of a young welp who skipped lessons on that particular day.

More concerningly, there was evidence on show this afternoon that he has no natural instinct for goal. When a ball is pinged across the face of goal, one expects to glance across and see a Number 9 on the balls of his feet, straining at the leash to tap in from a couple of yards and race off to general acclaim. Tel seems not to be possessed of this urge. It does not augur well for any would-be central striker, particularly one lacking in the heft department.

Frankly, if Tel could be described as anything it might be ‘Sprinter’, and if that is indeed the case then never mind the formation, I’m not sure that we are playing the appropriate sport.

(One might object that young Simons was even more anonymous than Tel today, and it would be a reasonable point; but in the former’s defence I have at least seen the chap sprinkle the odd flash of stardust about the place on the European stage in recent years, so am inclined to give him time to bed in as a creative sort of bird.)

3. Danso

Immediately pre-match there was a bit of doom and gloom sloshing about the place when news filtered through that our captain had overdone things in the warm-up, and a Danso-for-Romero exchange was being hastily arranged.

And while the logbook might not necessarily make spectacular reading, recording two goals conceded and an undisputable yellow card, the evidence of the eyes was a bit kinder on young Herr Danso.

I thought he did a decent job, and if you identify traces of pleasant surprise in my voice then you’re spot on. I’ve yet to be convinced by the chap to date, and while it will take more than one match to move that particular dial, I did at least give him the approving nod today.

Boxes were generally ticked. There was one first half moment when he was left to fix a burgeoning problem on his own, as a Villa sort raced straight through the middle, and Danso went racing alongside him, causing a few of us in the cheap seats a sharp intake of breath. To his enormous credit however, Danso matched the Villa rascal stride for stride, and then had the good sense to lean into him and apply some good, old-fashioned upper-body strength, muscling him out of the way without risking a foul, in a nudge-nudge-wink-wink sort of fashion.

This was a bit of a highlight, but in general and at various points in the piece I did spot him doing the defensive basics well – a covering challenge here, a timely block there – and murmur a positive word or two in his direction. A full-blown panic will set in whenever VDV next rolls an ankle and hobbles off, but as Romero-filling goes, Danso seemed to manage well enough.

4. Joao Palhinha

And to finish on a silver lining, that lad Palhinha continues to look exactly the sort of uproot-incoming-opponents midfielder for which we’ve been crying out for years. To pick one apt example, I’m fairly sure that last year against these same opponents – possibly in the FA Cup, on the occasion of Tel’s debut – Villa were allowed to dance their way straight through the centre of the pitch, with nairy a lilywhite leg waggling to prevent their access.

Well today, whenever they tried a similar ruse, they were generally upended and left in crumpled heaps about the N17 turf. Palhinha loves a crunching tackle (he does a decent line in interceptions too), and crucially he tends to execute them in a manner that those in authority are able to wave along without intervention. Whereas, say, Romero might slam into a player in entertaining enough fashion, but in a manner guaranteed to prompt a weary ref to wave yellow at him, Palhinha seems to have nailed a technique that earns little more than a dismissive shrug and a cheery “As you were” from the officials.

It might not have come to much today, and in fact Palhinha was one of those who might be chided for failing to prevent the Rogers goal, but he does give the impression of having addressed one pretty glaring historical flaw. Now we just need to fix the rest of the group, what?