The pass sliced a clinical arc through the hapless defence. The ruthless beauty of the surgeon’s art won the game.
If I could, I would. The dreams of a paunchy jowled man who is fighting off the strictures of middle-age are little different from those of an equally podgy fresh-faced only child pestering his hard-working parents to schlepp him across London to see a meshugenah game of football. Except now when I close my eyes, if I could have just that one moment, I wouldn’t have the top corner screamer. Sure, I can sense the satisfaction in the perfect co-ordination of mind and body, pouncing on a bouncing ball at the edge of the box, the feel of the ball on the soft leather, the thwack as it sizzles on its way into the top corner, the private fizzing as it rolls down the net that only the players close by can hear.
Now I’m grown up, for me it’s the pass. To take out an entire defence, rather than hit it, to aim for a spot and put the ball right there, to have the presence of mind amidst the tackles, the bedlam and the fear to see not only what’s happening but what might happen, if you put it there, just there, into the stride of the winger…
Luka Modric can do both, and more. Even I his biggest fan has ruefully acknowledged that this season he’s not done it either as well or as often as his prodigious ability allows but last night he helped first to conquer the midfield, ably supported by a strong, tenacious performance by Sandro, then went on to win the match for Spurs, a vital three points as the season reaches its desperate climax.
Spurs were the better side for three quarters of this match but the decisive period was in the other quarter, the 20 minutes or so after half-time where we failed to respond to our opponents’ renewed purpose. Modric toiled from the beginning to establish our pass and move rhythm. Although he was dropping deep, this enabled us to settle on the ball and build. Sandro eased forward to compensate. The duo combined well. We stuttered but it was enough to stay on top as the half went on. Lennon and Bale, staying wide mostly, were always dangerous. Walker and Petrov tested out each other’s pace in an absorbing old-style winger v full-back battle, while Kaboul restricted Davies’, and therefore Bolton’s, attacking options.
However, a series of poor touches meant we were never fluent and therefore never completely comfortable. Adebayor couldn’t make the ball stick and his overall play was below par. Rose did not have a good match, the ball bouncing wildly off his boot at every touch and he left gaps behind and to the side of him at the back.
Having gone to all the trouble and effort of taking control, capped by Modric’s lovely goal, and then profiting from a bad miss by Boyata on the half-time whistle, we proceeded to throw all the hard work away by conceding a soft goal. Dozing at a throw-in deep in our half, Reo-Coker’s sprint into the box revealed that we had only three men in our own box. It was absurdly poor, an example of the slack mental attitude that will have cost us dear if we do not finish in the top four. Harry should replay that in the dressing-room before our final two games – what not to do.
As they dithered, I raged at this apparently fatal wastefulness. Then we were transformed. Using Bolton’s pressure to our advantage, we counter-attacked from deep, rediscovering that skill that peaked away to Norwich, only to fade from view. Bale, space set up by a little interchange, drives from deep, a perfect ball to Rafa. It’s pace, it’s first touch, it’s the way to play. Then the pass, Modric from the halfway line, credit to Lennon who set off before the ball reached Luka’s foot. A perfect ball to Adebayor, it’s pace, it’s first touch, it’s the way to play. The stunning simplicity of a memorable goal.
Another interchange of passes, Bale again to Adebayor. Manu had a lousy match. Two perfectly taken goals. That will do. Bolton were sunk and we played out time, well on top. Time to chuckle at the delicious irony of Davies complaining to the referee about being fouled. Redknapp took the risky choice to have Sandro mark the man who always scores against us. For the most part it worked although Davies did set up their goal. He didn’t get the decisions, so Sandro got an elbow in his face for his troubles. That mouthguard came in handy.
Talking of decisions, we did get the rub of the green. Clear handball by Sandro before Luka’s opener and Gallas a little later at the other end. Karma evening itself up? It’s rubbish, all that…
The tension is unbearable, but it’s two down with two to go. We thoroughly deserved this one, which should be the template for struggling Villa this weekend. They are vulnerable, so we should take them. Not saying it’s all getting too much, but in the second half this podgy middle-aged man slid off the sofa, stretching to convert a cross that Manu just missed. The pressure is getting to me but let’s hope I never grow up.
12 thoughts on “Two Down, Two To Go”
My foot was also stretching for that crossed ball – from the sofa lol
You sound like me. I was moving my feet around on the lounge. Only two games to go. We will win them. Hope Arsenal slip up so we can finish 3rd.
I agree. The greatest thing in football is the pass, the sublimely weighted, accurate lay-off that reveals in the final moment of its execution the vision of a defence rendered helpless and ineffective. Modric has shown more than once that he can do it. But the master was Glenn Hoddle, the standard by which all Spurs creative midfielders will be judged.
Hoddle’s passing ability was astounding – the weight on the ball, variations in spin like a test bowler, the accuracy, seeing the opportunity early. A master of the art indeed.
Its the hope that kills me not the despair! We cant get possibly get third can we! COYS
Great article. Its was a great game where we showed what we can really do. I absolutley love watching spurs at the moment, loads of potential, hardley ever living up to it, but yet we are still pushing for third. I think we will win 1 out of the 2 remainding games and be left hoping arse slip up. COYFS we can do it!!!
Thanks. Our set up and players suits away matches and hitting teams on the break. Amazed this was our first away win since Norwich in December and augers well for Villa, but we always make errors at the back so if we can keep those to a minimum, we give ourselves the best possible chance. Kaboul’s return has made a big difference.
I wasn’t able to see the game. Maybe just as well, as it is getting to me a bit. The CL would be a lovely adventure again but my angst is more because this side really has to achieve something this season, even if it is the modern grail of 3rd/4th and a CL (prelim?) spot rather than the older and still more tangible and Glory Glory, to me, currency of a major trophy.
I stated last week that we did not look like a side capable of scoring the goals necessary in tight games. Given the “success” of my prediction last night, I forecast a similar inability at Villa Park at the weekend. Reverse psychology (ahem!) rather than I haven’t a clue….
Good piece as ever Alan. Loved the slide to convert the cross, like Crooks at Wembley in 81 as Villa goes on and on, you’re kicking every ball.
Think you would have felt better after seeing this one – would have done you good. Plenty of optimism there and please catch the goals if you can. As usual I’ve wrapped them up in a touch of whimsy and romance but only because they were thrilling pieces of football, all four of them.
Seems the players just needed to know Harry was staying to get back their mojo.
Third is down to Norwich. If they can get a point on Saturday then it is ours otherwise it is fourth.
Can’t see Chelsea beating Bayern anyway. They are seriously good, in that germanic way, and at home too.
I think we can come 3rd.I am really confident we will win the last 2 and Arsenal I hope have a draw
I’ve minimised the effect of the England job on the team but looks as if everyone is determined to push on, win these last four and see where that takes us. The team spirit is good. Gallas as skipper looks utterly determined.