Spurs – My Semi-Final Anxiety Dream. And the Day Tony Galvin Shook My Hand

Watching Spurs in a semi-final is like an anxiety dream. That’s where you try to do something, something ordinary usually, but you suddenly find you’re unable to perform the simplest task. You can’t walk, run, find your way home, you’re late for work. You wake in a cold sweat, only for a sense of unease to remain with you long into the daylight hours.

Supposedly the most vivid and memorable occasions in the calendar because of what’s at stake, frankly they have become a bit of a blur, all melded into a mush of an anxiety dream, where Spurs turned up but couldn’t perform.

I’ve been to six of the eight successive semi-final defeats. Intensely disappointed at the time to miss Everton and Newcastle, it was probably a blessing that I could hide behind my sofa instead of suffering on the terraces. As time has gone on, bile and bitterness have given way to a sense of numbness and inevitability. As it was on Saturday – too anaesthetised by failure for anger, although I would be justified in such a reaction.

The semis against United and Chelsea showed we could not consistently play at our best on the big day. For a while, there’s been no margin of error in these big games. Spurs at their best can beat anyone but we have to have everything firing on all cylinders for that to happen. No room for off-days. I say it’s all a blur, except I can recall those moments when your heart sinks, where you think, this time, it can’t go wrong, and it does. Dawson’s slip against Portsmouth, Alderweireld’s error last season or Son’s reckless tackle on Moses, Docherty putting us a goal up at Old Trafford offering some hope…Losing to a better team I can manage, enough practice over the years, not doing our level best is always much harder to take.

Law of averages anyone? Not that I’m desperate. I’m desperate. On Saturday they did it again. Hopes raised came crashing down from a dizzying height. On top early on after taking the game to an uncertain United side, Dele scored a fine goal to give Spurs a deserved lead. We were determined, industrious and well-balanced.

Don’t give the ball away – my epitaph. Whoops we did it again. Dembele this time, a goal well-taken by Sanchez but he should never have had the opportunity. Then, a Dembele-sized hole opened up in our midfield. No off-days allowed, especially for the mighty Moussa. His ability to hold the ball sometimes slows our attacks down but it enables any player to have a moment of respite. Under pressure, give it to Moussa and he’ll hold it while everybody adjusts, usually from defensive formation into attack. The transition I believe the young people of today call it.

On Saturday, he was a shadow of himself, Superman playing with a ball made of kryptonite, David after a haircut. United sensed weakness like a lioness stalking her prey. They pressed him hard and we could not find a way round it. The team wilted from then on, as if the palsy spread to their bones and muscles. Vorm too – I thought he was weak in his dive and too far over to stop Herreras’s drive.

Also, that cross, not a particularly good one, stretched us more than it should have done. The goalscorer wasn’t tracked, and throughout the match we had a couple of midfielders drifting about in no man’s land when United attacked, instead of getting goalside. I realise Poch wants to attack but there’s no alternative sometimes, especially to get our wide men to cover Trippier and Davies out wide. We ask too much of our full-backs too often. Trippier is prone to drift up field and inside.

United didn’t do much and sadly didn’t have to. We had no creative ideas or impetus, nobody to turn the game around and regain the initiative. Kane faded but had little support. Son peaked last month and is slightly off. Eriksen did well but was forced deep where he’s less dangerous. Fine margins. Vertonghen was excellent once more. Outstanding season – it’s a pity his drive and determination couldn’t inspire his team-mates.

Nobody pinpointed what had gone wrong, and without that we can’t put it right. That worries me.

As a writer about Spurs, I am duty bound to have an Alderweireld Angle, so here it is. It doubles as a Rose Reflection, just change the names. Spurs do not pay the market rate for top-class footballers. It is a remarkable testament to Pochettino’s powers of motivation and team-building that the so many have stayed for so long because of their belief in him, what he has done for their careers and where they think he can take the club in the future. That and Levy’s allegedly fat bonus system that adds a substantial whack to quoted basics.

I’ve said repeatedly in the past that Spurs should increase their self-imposed ceiling on the top earners. Not break the bank, not make them the best payers or anywhere near it, but enough to be an incentive both to stay and to encourage new talent to join. That fits with the club’s circumspect financial planning and is sound investment planning. Without top quality players, we won’t challenge for the top four, or encourage consistently high crowds. Even win something for goodness sake.

So give Toby a substantial pay rise. And Harry, and Hugo and Jan and Dele. If that’s not enough, he wants more elsewhere, other teams will give him a longer contract than Levy would give a player of his age – nothing you can do about that, goodbye and thanks for everything. We can’t compete with the top payers without jeopardising the club’s future. We think of City, United and CFC as our peers, in terms of salaries they live in another world. Recent figures showed the gap in total spend between ourselves and the two highest payers, City and United, is greater than the gap between ourselves and the lowest payers, Bournemouth and Burnley. It’s just that we could, and should, try harder, and Levy saving money because his manager is so good with players is a false economy.

In the meantime, Toby is a Spurs player and he should play. I’m a huge Pochettino fan but I’m not blind to his faults. Managing contract niggles is part of every manager’s role. Excluding Toby sends a message to the squad that he wants 100% commitment. Fine for one player, but this is three now – Walker, Rose and Alderweireld. Players might think, well, so be it, I’ll go if the manager won’t respond.

Spurs need Alderweireld. We need his nouse and experience. Sanchez has learned fast and he’s a tremendous prospect, but time is on his side. It won’t harm him if Toby plays the season out or indeed if he had contributed his experience on Saturday. Excluding Toby with half a season to play has brought no discernible benefit. It feels like such a waste of all Pochettino’s hard work in making him and other individuals a better player.

Semi-final defeats focus the mind. It’s not a time for long-term judgements, except they force you to do just that. Spurs once again are not quite good enough. The ‘bottlers’ tag makes for easy copy, and certainly there’s some truth in the absence of a long-term winning mentality at the club.

But this is about Pochettino’s Tottenham and only that. Spurs have tended to fade around this period in the last few seasons, this after our Christmas charge. Last season, we kept going without being at our very best. In the short-term, we must push Watford and West Brom as hard as we possibly can.

At the end of this season, Pochettino has a new challenge to face. Team building gives way to rebuilding, which he must accomplish under restrictive financial conditions. The team and the individuals in it have improved immeasurably. That’s all down to his remarkable influence. Now, there are signs that progress may stall.

It seems highly likely that Rose and Alderweireld, two outstanding players, will follow Walker out of the club. Davies and Trippier (to a lesser extent) are able deputies but they are not as good as their predecessors. Many fans seem to forget how influential and dynamic Rose was for a season and a half. Seems a waste to me. If not exactly spent, Dembele cannot again be the force he once was. That’s four top class players out of the picture.

We must ease the burden on Kane. The current squad needs at least another centreback and a midfielder, plus a sub goalie. Have more alternatives available for long seasons ahead.

Pochettino seemed momentarily crushed if not by defeat then the manner of it, unable to lift them with the resources he had on the bench. Far too much has been made of this understandable reaction, but the fact remains, he’s vulnerable to an offer just like his players. Fourth – we deserve it. Third – Liverpool have other things on their minds. Fifth – for this team, this season – unacceptable. Watford and West Brom become big games. Let’s push on.

On Saturday we were in the Spurs end on the corner, ordinary seats in the lower tier. Ten minutes before kick-off, Pat Jennings quietly walks in and sits two rows in front of us. Looking around, he’s followed by a virtual team of old Spurs. Steve Sedgley and David Howells, Tony Galvin and Martin Chivers. John Pratt sat next to my son and complained about paying £65 for the seat and having to stand up for the whole game, but then again, his knees are shot because of the running he did for us. Graham Roberts down the aisle. Gents all of them chatting to fans and posing for pictures.

Second half under way, suddenly someone grabs my arm and shakes my hand. It’s Tony Galvin. Says he’s a fan of my work, loves the shows, and has always wanted to meet me. “Great to finally meet you – Danny Baker!”

Still pumping my hand vigorously, I had to let him down gently, I said I was a huge fan of Galvin’s – I was and am – and it took him a moment or two to be convinced that I was in fact Joe Schmoe from Kokomo. And that’s the day Tony Galvin wanted to shake my hand.  

And Danny has appeared before on TOMM https://tottenhamonmymind.com/2010/03/12/paul-gascoigne-and-the-ultimate-taboo/

8 thoughts on “Spurs – My Semi-Final Anxiety Dream. And the Day Tony Galvin Shook My Hand

  1. Lovely article!
    Thanks for putting things into perspective – it will take me a while to move on. It constantly amazes me how managers and coaches pick a team up after a setback like the semifinal defeat.
    I really enjoy your writing, keep going!


  2. Hey, I must have been sitting next to you! And you do look like him. I loved the way you tried to convince him you weren’t Danny Baker. He then gave me a hug too! Very disappointing day but also the day I met the writer of Tottenham On My Mind!


  3. I can fill in your Everton semi-final defeat. The prospect of victory at Elland Road persuaded me to travel in style and so I flew up in a ‘planeload of supporters. Excellent journey up but after watching us ship four goals the trip back was done in total, utter, silence and not one to be repeated. The point of the anecdote is that we caved that day in much the way we did at the weekend. Semi finals are all about hard graft and hanging on to whatever advantage you can eke out. I’ll take ‘winning ugly’ any time. Against Everton we enjoyed small moments of advantage but couldn’t turn it into goals. They didn’t have better players than us, much like Saturday. They just grafted and did the basics better than us. Just like Saturday. Two half chances just after we scored could have made a difference but the choker for me was Dier’s shot against the post at the end of the first half. Had that gone in…….
    We didn’t work hard enough to earn the win. Eriksen can’t do it on his own. When Son is off his game, the rest of his contribution isn’t acceptable. Could say the same about another. Too many players are just drifting at the moment and it’s costing us points (against Brighton). I can’t say that Poch got things too badly wrong. I thought the team looked good on paper and maybe I would have found a place for Wanyama to thicken things up. But lack of application and concentration did for us.
    As for Alderwereild. Play him every game regardless of the back stage drama. Too late now, though.


  4. I’m the opposite of you Alan, I had the numbness and inevitably feeling as soon as Herrera scored yet another very preventable goal from Manchester United against Spurs. This has since given way to bile and bitterness, which remains 3 days later.
    I’m too annoyed about Saturday to type more about it, but I loved your archive on Danny Baker. DB tells the exact same version of the Gascoigne \ Evans \ Baker day out in i think, the second of his autobiographies. He’s obviously very fond of Gascoigne and paints him in a very positive light. No news of Gazza lately, I hope this means good news in his case.
    I too love Danny Baker on the radio – I think the only ambition i have left is to be asked by him if I’d take red sauce, brown sauce, or no sauce at all , on my sausage sandwich!!
    Thank you for such a good read
    Cheets, Danny Boy.


  5. Apart from this and last year’s semi final, I’d been to the other 6, but the one in Leeds seems to have stuck more in my memory than any of the others. Sneaking beer into you McDonald bags to swerve the ‘Dry Train’ enforcement. We had just one side of the stadium which stank if shit as they allowed police horses in it. Being surrounded by Everton fans on the other 3 sides didn’t seem fair. One of ours swinging on the crossbar trying to get the game abandoned. Klinsmann being confronted by one of theirs. The fretful walk back to the station.
    Semis at Wembley are an abomination in spite of the result.
    Our defence is just not what it was. Both fullbacks not good enough. The super strong combination of Dembele and Wanyama is no longer reliable. Not playing Lloris was somewhat less controversial than it would have been had he not made the mistakes of recent games, but you have to play your best players in these games (Toby too), what’s the point otherwise?
    Very disappointing.


  6. It’s going to take me a while too. Numbness and disappointment. I find myself sliding into apathy and worrying about where we go from here. The lack of clarity about why we din’t win matches my lack of clarity about what we need to do to make next season different. I feel like our momentum is again drifting when it should be accelerating into a new stadium.

    Ho hum, lets hope Poch pulls some magic summer tricks out of the bag and we find Rose/Weireld and Walker things of the past replaced by better things of the future. Some proven winners in the squad might help that.


  7. We’ve fallen away since that great Chelsea result (won without Kane incidentally) as our best players have struggled for form since. Stoke was fortuitous in its result, while City, Brighton and United exposed our squad limitations when merely two or three of our key players are ‘off’. Harry was worryingly showing signs of burn-out a game or two ‘before’ his ankle injury, but, unlike last year, when he came back ‘all guns blazing’ after a similar lay-off, he has been a shadow of his normal self. Fitness? I doubt it. He and the club aren’t stupid, and Harry is as fit as ANY player. Despite his two goals,I hoped (forlornly) that our ‘Arry would be ‘back’ for arguably our biggest game of the season. Sadly it was not to be, and while class is permanent in Kane’s case, we rely too much on him and I haven’t been so deflated since the Juve match, where the comparisons with the United defeat at Wembley were obvious. When we play for ‘points’, whether it’s in the PL or CL, we look (have looked) different class. Certainly good enough to beat anyone, in fact. But when we play huge ‘one-off’ games, even an early lead doesn’t help, as we seem to lack the mental strength to negotiate our way through. Maybe we’re TOO desperate to win a trophy, as we appear to get out-managed, on and off the pitch, out-thought, out-smarted and out-fought .. by bigger ‘mentalities’, clubs who really know how to win the games that ‘count’! It doesn’t matter if we’re prettier than them. They don’t care. They ride their luck better, and the knowledge of their sustained place in the ‘history’ of top clubs over the past 25 years, seems to guide them home. Let’s be honest, as good as we’ve been over three seasons (probably better than the ’80s sides that won 2 FA Cups, 1 EUFA Cup, while featuring too in other League and FA Cup finals, as well as pushing Liverpool and Everton hard to their league titles ….and certainly better than the early ’70s team, which won 2 League Cups, 1 EUFA Cup, and appeared in another European final) we haven’t won a single one-off match against a major rival where a Cup trophy has been at stake. Is our fine squad fated to be the Tim Henman of football? One of the best out there, but an eternal semi-finalist, and never getting to no. 1 in the rankings (even for a week)? A Murray comparison would certainly do for us (great player who produces exciting moments, gets to no. 1 for a while, and wins the odd trophy, despite a time when three of his contemporaries are probably the best of all time). Glorious defeats he’s had too. I’d really take that. Oh well, back to the points issue again. Seven more points will ensure Top Four, and normally (because this is how far we’ve come) I’d expect Spurs to win ALL these remaining matches, and possibly nick third place from Liverpool. But I’ll take 4th and be grateful in a season where we’ve played no matches at home.
    I do love the journey we’re on, Alan, but it really would be a tragedy if this exciting era produced no trophies, and therefore no (one-off) big game winning mentality. Because that’s where Glory lies, not in the fragility of ‘fear of failure’, but having true belief we can endure and win! .


  8. A wonderful read, Al. Every word a diamond. Depressingly accurate. With Toby, Jan, Walker and Rose we had a formidable back four. One gone, two likely to follow this summer having been out for most of this season due to injuries and having fallen foul of Poch. It’s like deja vu all over again. I was sitting in front of the ex-players last week. Would have been nice to catch up – I’ll keep an eye open for the Danny Baker lookalike.



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