Welcome to another season. Tottenham On My Mind doesn’t usually creak into action during the summer phoney war of transfer rumours and pre-season tours, both of which combine to invariably create an unrealistic picture of Tottenham’s fortunes for the coming season. But this feels different.

The story so far. Last summer, an estimated 220,000 delirious fans swamped the High Road on a working day to hail the victorious Europa League winners. The sun shone, and players, manager and fans were never closer. Communal exultation was tinged with relief. A first trophy since 2008, we were at last released from carrying the burden of years of unfilled promise and countless missed opportunities, the wasted hopes and wasted money. Surely this was a corner turned.

So we appoint Thomas Frank, a manager with a reputation for organisation, motivating players and bringing out the best from both team and individuals. Daniel Levy is brusquely pushed aside as members of the Lewis family take more direct responsibility for running the club. They appoint a CEO, Vinai Venkatesham, to work sporting director Johan Lange, and we handle his Arsenal past because we sorely lack structure, strategy and direction at board level, and, well, look at them.

The club fills up with new recruits. At board level, people who supposedly know about business and big money. On the staff, new directors and heads of insert vaguely medical/fitness/recruitment jargon word. A few decent players too, although maybe not enough quality and experience….

So much has happened since then, it feels like a decade’s worth rather than a single season. I actually checked I’d got the dates right: I’ve become as ludicrous as the club. Last season was an interminable ordeal, a relentless progress down the table with indignity piled upon crisis, most of which was self-inflicted. Much of the football was nothing short of pitiful, the only signs of creativity coming in the varied and ingenious ways we found to lose football matches.

While the players should shoulder their due responsibility, this came from the top. The Levy era embedded a culture characterised by a lack of ambition and a failure to commit our financial resources to a squad worthy of challenging for honours in a highly competitive environment. Where the loyalty of fans paying some of the highest prices in Europe, fans who filled the ground every week and who packed out every away allocation, was  patronised and treated with contempt. By the end, fans were alienated and disillusioned. The divide between us and them had become an abyss.

I believe the board and senior staff thought the Europa League win gave us a season’s grace where in the safe hands of Thomas Frank, we could consolidate, settle and gradually develop the team. Certainly a top half finish, maybe a European place, then second season, we could move. This included committing resources in the transfer market over these two seasons.

It quickly became clear that this strategy reeked of complacency, an attitude which nearly led to relegation. Frank was unable to instil into the team any of the qualities he is known for, albeit with an injury decimated squad. In January, the club hierarchy – it’s not clear who was taking key decisions, Lange, Venkatesham or the board, and that seems to be one of the problems – failed to react to what every fan could see, denying the reality of our form and league position in what amounts to a scandalous dereliction of duty. Frank was dismissed at least a month too late, then we appoint a caretaker with no experience of the Premier League as manager.

The Fan Advisory Board meeting in March revealed the results of an internal survey confirming severe problems with the club’s internal culture and their relationship with supporters. It includes the damning line, “VV explained that there is now complete clarity across the Club that on pitch success is our number one priority and focus.” In other words, in the past, this was not the case. A football club where the team’s success is not the priority.

In the end, a combination of the new manager and another team with similar chronic problems on and off the pitch, only worse, got us a late and perhaps undeserved reprieve. 12 months on, the joy long since evaporated, the relief remained. The question of whether another club has lost so much goodwill, so quickly and when it was so avoidable is a valid one but for another time.

This was my worst ever season, without doubt. I’ve been a fan since the mid 60s, a regular at the Lane since 1969. Repeating a quote I’ve used before, Jackson Lamb in Slow Horses said that it’s not the hope that kills you, it’s knowing it’s the hope that kills you. I’m a fan. That will never change. Tottenham til I die isn’t a chant, it’s a way of being. I work in social care and we do these courses where trainers often ask you to introduce yourself in three words. Mine are, father, husband, Spurs fan. This is tricky in my world as potentially the last bit reveals me as insubstantial and trivial, but I say it because it is true. Being a supporter is, for me, a profound representation of self. It is fundamental to my identity and who I am. It is the sole consistent thread of my life from boy to man. Through several upheavals and tragic losses, the club is still there.  

This past season, for the very first time, I thought it had all become too much. The intensity of my commitment was harming me. There was no benefit, no release, no time out from anxiety provoking life events, certainly no enjoyment. I was angry, anxious, despairing. Sleep disrupted, irritable with others, low mood. All of which is self-induced. I don’t have to be there, but I have to be there.

This sounds bewildering to the non-fan. I was sharing this with a close friend. She listened, and I know she cares, then she said, ‘remind me again which team you support.’ It was so refreshing. Everyone I know asks me about Spurs, which is fine, but it didn’t matter who I supported. Free from Spurs, just for a moment. I hope too that this sounds odd to authentic supporters whose emotional commitment is more balanced and can put being a Spurs fan into a better, safer place than I can. It’s much more healthy.

But this is me, too old to change now. I talk to lots of Spurs fans, and I know I’m not the only one. There are many problems in the relationship the club has with supporters, but the most significant is that they simply do not grasp the profound, lasting meaning of being a fan. They think they do but they don’t. How for many of us, being a Spurs fan is inextricably intertwined with identity, with family and friends, with how they handled major life events, how we make decisions about our future. About who we are.

I can deal with mediocre football, disappointment and unfulfilled promise. I learned that early on, as have my son and granddaughter who I now sit with. Disillusion passed down the generations. Even the trophy winning teams of the 70s and 80s did not play consistently to their potential in the league. I’ve experienced relegation, plus the following season where remember we very nearly did not make it back at the first attempt, squeezing out a dodgy last game draw to go up.

But two seasons not just of awful football but the doing nothing about it really got to me. Obvious flaws ignored amid the stench of complacency and decay, the missed opportunities over two decades, the club hierarchy’s aloof isolation and steadfast inaction when the team was crumbling. That was what did for me. Being with family and longstanding Spurs friends saw me through and I will always be grateful, because that is the true nature of being part of the crowd.   

I’ve been writing Tottenham On My Mind since 2009. The club could have saved a fortune in consultants’ fees by reading it, because I long ago reached similar conclusions. But now we move on – or do we? Regular readers, of which there are many, and I sincerely thank you, will be familiar with paragraphs that consider the state we’re in, and begin with the words ‘but surely’. As in, but surely things will change now. But surely the club must address these problems. But surely the club can’t let this state of affairs carry on, and sure enough, they do.

But surely, this lot are paying attention. One positive consequence of being awful is that the hierarchy have come to their senses and don’t want to be awful any more. Against type, we’ve gone big and early in the transfer market. Tonali and Fernandes will revitalise our central midfield and bring out the best in others, those that are still around that is. Because my wife’s family are diehard Hammers (and I confess things were a little awkward at times in our household towards the end of the season), I watch them a lot and can vouch for Fernandes as a real talent.

We have some money and PSR wiggle room, partly because of our income, partly because we’ve not invested as we should over the three year PSR period. It’s pointless asking if these players are worth the money because they are worth it to us, and if these are the men we want, it is right to go for them. Also, we’ve had to pay the twat tax, the money you have spend to put right an avoidable mistake. In my case, it’s to pay for a professional to rectify my DIY mistakes, at Spurs it’s a different level but the same principle. Combined with this approach is a salary structure heavily revised upwards. Again, these are market forces that the Levy regime wilfully ignored, and have enticed Senesi and Roertson, both sound arrivals.

These are welcome signs of positive change. Less clear cut is the debate about our selling policy, in particular, the sale of promising talent such as Vuskovic and Lankshear. This too implies a change of policy. Recruitment under Lange, and for periods in the past, seemed most comfortable in identifying young talent. Now, it seems we have run out of patience. We can’t wait for this talent to mature, so instead we are buying proven top class players.

Partly this is to free up funds for other purchases that are ready in the here and now, but as ever it’s more complex than that. Partly, like you I’ve become attached to young, skilful players like Devine, Lankshear, Phillips and Donley, and I’ve wanted them to succeed. I though they had a chance, and they’ve not had first team opportuntites, but the reality is that they may have reached their level as good championship players. PL teams are not coming in for them. Later, they may rise into the PL but the reality is that we want players at a high level.  

Anyway, selling young players has moved into new territory. Making a £30m profit on a player who has never appeared in a competitive Spurs first team game is a hint that times are changing. Loans are not the only development opportunity now. PSR is a fact of football life we can’t ignore, no matter what we feel about the players concerned. For example, on social media many Villa fans have demanded to know how we can spend this money when we’ve finished 17^th twice in succession. League position isn’t hugely significant given our finances, so partly this shows those posters know nothing about football finance, but partly it’s frustration that although their club’s owner possesses a fortune, they have less PSR room to manoeuvre because of previous spending and high income to salaries ratio, much higher than ours, which is (or was) amongst the lowest in the division.  

The trend is to sell and get some cash now, and build in a percentage of any future selling on fee and matching rights. If, for example, Lankshear or Vuskovic become the stars we need, we have the option of buying them back. Nobody ever knows the path of a young player’s development but this is some of the best insurance, and to repeat the obvious, because of our past failings we have big problems to solve here and now if we want to be contenders.

It does leave unanswered the question about the pathway to the first team for young men. I can’t say with authority how good Tynan Thompson might become but at 18 he was keen to move away. Does he see more opportunity at Old Trafford, or did they offer more money? At Spurs, Moore, Williams Barnett and Byfield all look good to me and I hope we can find a way to keep them at the club. At a higher level, the same goes for Gray and Bergvall, with for me Gray being the real prospect.

All this means a change for fans too. We get attached to our young players and want to support them on their journey to the first team. ‘One of our own’ is truly meaningful. Maybe that’s becoming a thing of the past too, a forlorn hope in a football landscape dominated by globalisation and capital, where players are commodities to trade. It’s another diminution in the supporter experience. It’s hard to see how that will change, but as fans we can do our level best to ensure that Venkatesham and his hierarchy stick to another promise made at the FAB, that he addresses the “growing disconnect between the Club and its supporter base.”

So probably this piece is a long-winded way of saying I’m looking forward to the new season and writing about it. Thanks for sticking with TOMM, and I’ll keep a watch on how he gets on.

Tottenham On My Mind has always been free to read and always will be. If you have any spare cash, my fellow Spurs fan Jim Brigden donned his Spurs shirt and cycled up to The Open in aid of charity, here’s his page: https://golffoundation.enthuse.com/pf/jim-brigden

There was an odd atmosphere on Monday night. The on-pitch burners reminded me of the ultimate pointlessness of life itself, but the tifo set us up and the crowd got going. This faded as anxiety took over, rekindled only when we scored. I can’t go away but it sounded as if the fans at Villa gave everything to get behind the team. It doesn’t feel like a do or die atmosphere at home. Partly this is anxiety, but also there’s something niggling away at me about a degree of resignation. Not acceptance, but somehow fate will decide and it’s out of our hands as supporters.

I thought Frank’s organisational and motivational powers would meet the needs of a squad with unrealised potential. At Brentford he got the best from his players and made them better, as individuals and as a team. Ange’s approach was wonderful when it worked but too frequently he was outwitted by the PL norm of hard running, disciplined and well-drilled teams.

In reality, he clearly wasn’t able to take that step up. It felt as if in his head, he was still managing Brentford, only the players somehow looked different. The team became disorganised and disillusioned. Those in charge (I use this term because it’s not clear whether the board or the Venkatesham/Lange combo were taking these decisions, although I’m pointing the finger at the latter) acted too late. They then showed their disconnect with the situation in general and presumably with the mood of the players by appointing Tudor. He appears, in public at least, to have employed the tough love approach. I paraphrase, but as he said in answer to the question what’s wrong, ‘the defence, the attack, oh and the midfield.’

He was right but that’s not the point. His approach was never going to turn the team around, not in the time available to him anyway. Our decision-makers misjudged the mood of the squad and this could prove to be fatal. They failed to understand let alone address a fundamental question that applies to any team in any sport at any level – motivation. They researched Tudor’s ability to turn things around in failing clubs without digging into how he achieved this and whether his methods fitted the needs of the Spurs squad. Also, Tudor the temp wasn’t going to be around for long, so this limits the players’ investment in him and his methods. Plus the fact that all these players could get a good deal at another club. This disconnect wasted precious weeks and points. It is a crucial error, avoidable if the decision-takers had done their jobs properly.

What did our players have to play for? One answer is, play for the shirt. Another is professional pride, but these are abstract concepts. Most people in any job need something more tangible, and usually that boils down to two things, money and colleagues. At Spurs it’s not money because they are well-rewarded, so you play for your teammates and your coach. They may hold the badge up to the fans, but that is a tangible sign of team spirit and their loyalty to their manager.

De Zerbi knows this, and this is what he has achieved in a short space of time. The players have, I assume, little automatic fidelity to a club that has messed them around. They see all too clearly the problems we’ve faced in squad building, transfers and the managerial churn. In saying this, I’m not excusing them totally because they are professionals and their effort has at times been lacking, but this is the modern world, where players expect to be coached into their patterns of play. De Zerbi has given them this and a degree of positivity. It’s hardly original, but he’s buoying the players up in public and private by all accounts, treating them as individuals and developing their confidence. Men like Gallagher, Bentancur and Paulinha are shining because he gives them responsibility and plays them in roles familiar to them. In a remarkably short space of time, the defence and midfield are organised, working hard and playing as a unit.

There’s hope there, which I guess is all we can wish for right now and is an emotion I’ve not experienced since mid-January. I’m conscious that I’m down about this season but we have those two points and goal difference in the bag.

However, at the same time the improvements have brought the problems into stark relief. I’ve already discussed the biggest one, the decision makers’ dereliction of duty. The other is that our front line is poor and we lack the creativity to make enough chances to increase our sense of security. Tel is a promising young player -what a beautiful goal – who lacks the poise and nouse that hopefully comes with age and experience, except we need something now. Richie had a game to forget on Monday, while Muani provoked a vigorous discussion on Bluesky as to whether he is the worst loan signing the club has ever made. Good judges went for Gedson but at least we could hide him out of the way in midfield or on the bench, whereas Muani is crucial to our goalscoring aspirations.

One move from Monday summed this up. Tel facing his own goal was trapped on the ball, again, and ended up wildly hacking the ball across our box, fortunately just missing the attackers. It ended up with Muani, who in space proceeded to botch his move with a mindless run and dreadful control, so we lost possession. Then Tel did what he did, when calmer heads should prevail and we let slip the valuable two points that could have meant safety.

It’s in our hands. There’s hope, but sadly there’s no trust. You simply can’t trust them. Danso solid but makes the injury time error. Tel does what he does. Richie misses in front of goal. We give the ball away easily, still. On countless occasions we destroy an attacking opportunity for want of decent ball control or an accurate ten yard pass, which is not asking much. The most predicable element of our play is that we will make a key mistake.

But hope lies in our redemption stories. Kinsky shows remarkable courage in overcoming the Athletico debacle, where other keepers more experienced than he have seen careers disintegrate after such a confidence destroying game. His fortitude spreads from the back into the rest of the team. And Maddison made an immediate and discernible impact in the short time he came on. He probably won’t be fit enough for 90 minutes before the season ends so the decision is whether or not to use his limited minutes from the start or save him until later.

I would describe myself as mentally and emotionally resilient, thanks to my caring parents, although I did not realise this at the time, to me it was just normal. As a Spurs fan this helps successfully navigate the ups and downs, a perspective where the highs feel more exhilarating than ever because they are so precious while the lows can jog on, there’s always next week.

But I am exhausted by this, this mess, this shambles, this self-imposed purgatory. I’m not motivated to write as often as I used to. I just want to write, it’s awful, awful, awful awful. I don’t want to think about it but think about little else. Tottenham always on my mind after all. I’ve never demanded success or trophies, they will come our way if we play decent football and hubristic expectation is not part of me being a fan. Loyalty, family, being there, the camaraderie of good friends and those who sit around me, that’s what matters. If we go down, that remains and will sustain me. If we’re useless, I can handle that too, but this is all so avoidable and that’s what undermines my long-established coping strategies.

I’ll handle the banter and the comments, although currently they come from all sides. Friends (albeit it gently), comments from strangers if I wear something with the badge, topical comedy on the radio and TV, it’s ok because I know what being a fan means to me and that will carry on regardless of the outcome. It’s my club that has got to me. Years of negligence, of lousy decision-making in the transfer market, the arrogance of those in charge who thought we could manage, whose cursory disregard of supporters is unforgivable. Whose sloth in taking remedial action at the beginning of the year could take us down.

The true heart of Tottenham Hotspur beat at half time when the club showed a montage of those fans who died this year. Ten or more minutes passed as we applauded their smiling faces, one by one, wearing navy blue and white, each one representing a lifetime of support, some long, some tragically brief. I wish their families long life.

On Monday I met a long-standing season ticket holder who goes to every home game. Well, almost every one. He’s missed two this year, family stuff, which means he’s not seen Spurs win for 13 months. But he’s still here and so am I. I say I rise above the banter, but as my son pointed out, on the last day W Ham, AFC and Palace are all playing in London. For those of us who live in town or journey home through central London, that could be fun. And if those in charge ever made that journey on public transport, ever had to come out of their bubble, ever talked to those who have passed and truly listened, Spurs would never have reached this point.

A fine outcome to the City game soothed our troubled emotions, a welcome relief from recent struggles. A point! A home point! Yes, it has come to this, but I thoroughly enjoyed the opportunity to get behind the team. The fans’ effort matched that of the players and most of the South Stand stayed to applaud them off. 

It was heartening to see spirit, guts and taking the game to our opponents pays dividends. Xavi arrives as proper Spurs. He’s taken stock, inhaled deeply and told himself, right, this is what the Premier League is all about and I’m up for it. I’m Xavi Simons and I will show them all how good I am. And he is. Solanke ran himself senseless for the team, he’s a focal point, target man and finisher. The whole shape looks better with him in the team. I like his close control and ability to nick a fraction ahead of his marker.

Gallagher I like a lot too. He drives the team forwards, makes himself available, is fearless and shows the others the way. His assist was a template for the games ahead, winning the ball through sheer determination then delivering a sweet centre. More please. 

The TOMM mantra is always enjoy a win, or in this case a vitally important comeback that hopefully injects some much needed momentum into the tricky games ahead.  Optimism has been in short supply lately so let’s take it where we can. However, let nobody pretend this addresses the chronic problems facing the club. My last piece articulated my assessment of the situation so I won’t go over well-trodden ground again but the relative inaction during the transfer window may provide further clues to the short-term future.

Thomas Frank came with a reputation for sound organisation, tactical nouse and as a man-motivator. We’ve seen none of this at Spurs, where he seems out of his depth. The Burnley match served as a further indictment of his methods. Once again, he took an overly cautious approach to a game against the bottom side but to be fair, three at the back doesn’t have to be negative and in the first half, it enabled us to get forward frequently. Once under pressure, however, the tactics crumbled and the defensive unit appeared to have not been introduced to each other, let alone work together. Frank’s adjustments to tactics don’t work because the side are not clear about their basic approach in the first place, unlike his time at Brentford where he had years to instil his methods into his players. 

To be fair to him, the injury toll would be nigh on impossible for any coach to manage. Much criticism has been directed at the medical staff, most recently by Romero at least by implication. Yet I thought we totally revamped this side of our operations this season. We will probably never know what’s been going on behind the scenes but the medics don’t work in isolation. They treat problems, caused variously by bad luck, over-playing and/or coming back too soon when not fully recovered from an injury. 

Which brings us back to the squad and the transfer window. If most players are fit, we can select a decent side but the lack of cover in certain areas, such as full-back, leads to overwork and the lack of alternatives creates real problems. Porro has been run into the ground. However, the window has brought little cover or comfort. The club appear unwilling to invest in premier league ready players at this point. They have been busy hoovering up teenage talent from other clubs, including Wilson from Hearts and youngsters from West Ham and Chelsea, but this neglects the here, now and next season for that matter. The club hierarchy stated their aim to be competing on all fronts but this laudable intention isn’t supported by the reality of our recruitment policy, in a context where our league position and form is dire. It feels like the hierarchy are in denial, pretending our lousy form is just a blip, not a structural fault.

Legitimate questions follow. One, why can’t our vaunted revamped recruitment team, stuffed with analysts high on data and led by Lange find any players? Two, why sell our top goalscorer without securing a replacement? Three, that £150m pumped into the club last year – what exactly is that for, because it does not seem to be available for players. History tells us the answer is that Tottenham owners first and foremost safeguard their investment. I hope I’m wrong.

And of course, four, how long can the manager stay in his position? Again, the team’s league position and form do not appear to be the key factors in this decision. My interpretation is the board, including the owners and Venai, counted on this season being one of consolidation. In this scenario, Frank is seen as a safe pair of hands, a force for stability, and maybe we’d get a decent run in the cups. By May 2026, the board would have a better idea of what they needed to do, their preference being to help Frank build his side gradually and allow him to come to terms with the demands of managing Spurs. Essentially this is how Venai approached his work at Arsenal, and look where they are now. 

But this is Tottenham. However much the board would wish to turn a deaf ear, the hoofbeats of history thunder up on the inside track and they have been overtaken by a series of unanticipated problems. The manager’s not up to it, the squad are weak in key areas and injuries have taken their toll. Team morale falls as fast as our league position. Players didn’t sign up for a relegation battle. The board are unprepared. If they wish to sack Frank, there are no ready made caretakers within the club or approachable outside candidates. Also, a sacking so soon after his appointment means the owners and CEO would lose face. Further, Lange and Frank are close, so there is a big investment there. 

I suspect their current plan is to see this through to the end of the season. They do not wish to invest large sums on players at this point because they are already thinking ahead to the summer and what a new man could bring, a summer when Pochettino, Alonso and Ariola, to name but three, could be available. Given our league form, there are inherent risks in that strategy that do not bear thinking about, except I do think about them, every time our defence evaporates, our keeper flaps or when Solanke or VDV go down injured. Fine margins protect us. 

And so we stagger on through another set of problems. Nothing changes, especially the promise of changes. Prefacing this with a big for what it’s worth, I saw Vivienne Lewis recently at a performance of The Ghost of White Hart Lane, a play by Martin Murphy intertwining the life of John White with his son’s search for his father’s character, based on the book by Rob White and Julie Welch. I didn’t speak with her, but a couple of fans who did, like me fellow sceptics, said she understood and valued the club’s history, and has a genuine feeling for the club. The previous regime would never have appeared in a small public gathering like this and sat chatting amongst the punters in a cosy bar. 

I try to remain optimistic, but like you, I remember the days, not so long along go, when we cut teams apart with two or three passes, just like City did in the first half. A world away now, as the best we can hope for is staggering on. 

With full respect to Bournemouth, losing to their 94^th minute winner would not in normal circumstances been seen as a significant moment in the recent history of any Premier League club, let alone Tottenham. But Tottenham are no normal club. Normally, teams strive to win a trophy, celebrate the win then use it as a platform to build upon. Not Tottenham. We’ve chucked it all away.

Delirium in Bilbao and at the Lane for those of us watching on the screens. 250000 in the streets on a working day. At last, a trophy. At last, supporters and players can celebrate in unity. It seems like a fantasy now, a fever dream hallucination. Two points from three games against teams who were not at their best but have in common the harmony of purpose and intensity that is so obviously absent from our football. Ahead in two of these, we cave. Our first goal in open play since December 6^th. The sale of our top goalscorer with, so far, no replacement.

The football is dull and unadventurous. It’s not even safe, the late goal being the perfect example. It typified Spurs defensive deficiencies this season. Deep into injury time, we are wide open rather than closing ranks, leaving their most dangerous player time and space at the edge of the area. No last ditch tackles, no flying blocking bodies, but shoulder shrugging spectating.

More than this, it’s inept. We cannot consistently pass the ball to a teammate. Players are spread far and wide on the field with little connection to each other. We are persistently caught in possession. We’re easy. We’re mugs.

It’s accurate to say that Frank and perhaps those who appointed him do not grasp the heritage of a team that wants to play exciting football and that this is what supporters want to see. However, attacking front foot football is not merely about aesthetics, it’s about winning. Teams who succeed do not sit back.

In other circumstances I might write in philosophical whimsy about how remarkable it is that Spurs could waste supporters’ goodwill, stretched already to near breaking point by high ticket prices and the club’s treatment of fans as customers and consumers. But I’m not in that frame of mind. Our football is terrible. It’s tactically negligent, gutless and soporific. To reach this point is an indictment of the club’s strategy and neglect.  

The Lewis family declare their intentions to make Spurs a major force through strategic investment and better off the field organisation, but already the reserves of their most precious resource, time, have been severely depleted. Everybody at the club is under pressure now. You can’t build on foundations of quicksand. Years of change and transition undermine the efforts of the new manager and the revamped recruitment and medical teams to develop the squad.

I tend to be cautious and patient in making my judgements, in life as well as in football. I thought Frank would bring much-needed qualities to the club. He is a manager with a solid reputation, a thinker, a good motivator and organiser, and a shrewd tactician who can get the most from his players.

We’ve not seen any of this. In a league where other sides, Bournemouth again being a good example, with fewer resources than us compensate and prosper through organisation and identity, we have few discernible effective patterns of play, especially to turn defence into attack. These issues could perhaps have been mitigated by the comfort and security of a set pattern of play, a familiar formation where teammates knew what was expected of them and others and where young players could grow and flourish. Instead we have flux and change. Managers come and go, unsuitable in their individual, special ways but all with different philosophies and approaches to team building, often diametrically opposed to that of their predecessor.

Our current coach alters the set-up every game. Ostensibly this is in response to our opponents’ assumed tactics. Frank treats this squad as he did his Brentford team, the difference being that whereas in west London he had many years to build a squad and inculcate this approach, at Spurs there is no such foundation upon which to base these changes. It has the effect of creating uncertainty within our own players, and masks the truth that he does not know his best team.

The club thought he was ready to step up. In reality, he seems out of his depth. Managing  Spurs is different: expectations are higher, as is the pressure, and he does not have the long history of support from within that he benefitted from at Brentford. When highly rated coach Matt Wells left the club recently, his stated aim as boss of his new club was to play football on the front foot. Looking at Frank’s Spurs, no wonder he saw his future elsewhere. (Remember we’ve also lost a strong link to our heritage as the grandson of Cliff Jones).

Like Ange before him, when stressed Frank returns to his past record of achievement. I understand why he feels the need for self-justification, but it sounds hollow when his current side are chronically underachieving.

Not one player has improved their game under Frank. On the contrary, the deficiencies of team play have revealed the lack of quality in the squad. Granted, injuries have not helped, particularly to my mind to Solanke, a good rather than great centre forward who can be both target and finisher and above all can provide a focus for attacking play, someone to build play around. Players like Bergvall, Tel and Odobert have promising futures ahead of them but this is now, and time is running out.

It is legitimate to question the judgement of our vaunted recruitment team to allow us to be in this situation. Paratici and Lange are supposed to be working in unison, but already the former supposedly wants to go back to Italy. However, underlying these issues is a long-term structural weakness where the chronically dysfunctional relationship between football (i.e. the coach), recruitment and budget (the board) undermines any pretensions to achievement.

I’ve written repeatedly about this, that in any club these three elements have to align, and since ENIC took over, they have failed to consistently fulfil their duty to do so with diligence and insight. They were never clear about these goals or if they were, how to achieve them. At Spurs we have an embedded culture where people running a football club don’t understand football.

The question is, recruitment for what? To be contenders, the finance for salaries and transfers has to be made available. Players come and go according to the whims of these coaches and whatever the job title is this week of those in charge of recruitment, ever changing but never evolving. Modern football at a high level requires investment and resources, yet after a generation’s work to make us one of the most wealthy and self-sufficient clubs in the world, we remain stubbornly oblivious to the necessity of spending a substantial portion of that money in order to remain competitive.

This is not just about recruitment – it is also about retention. If our policy is to buy and develop young talent without also strengthening the team ready to be contenders in four competitions in the here and now, then the likely outcome is not success, it is that we become a nursery for Europe’s top sides as the likes of Bergvall, Gray and Vuscovic move on.

Where does this leave Spurs? In a dire mess. Players having a go at the fans. Players having a go at the board. Fans having a go at players, although at home games the crowd has been reasonably tolerant given the extent of the problems. This may change on Saturday where we will field a weakened side against a rampant Villa who have an allocation of 9k, that’s a lot of away fan noise.

Having vehemently criticised the club’s leadership for their lack of long-term strategy, it’s hardly logical to suggest they should sack Frank now unless they have a suitably able replacement available, which is seldom the case mid-season. There are no suitable candidates within the club as Frank brought his own men with him. I fear things could turn ugly if we lose to Wham, which is perfectly possible given our form and their motivation to beat us. Frank now also has to contend with a series of injuries. I suspect it may turn on the desire of the Lewis family to make statement decisions, a message that they are in charge, rather than on league form.

In this window we need to sign players with proven experience at this level, ideally from the PL, who can pass the ball forwards and strengthen the side from the start of their Spurs career, especially in central midfield. Good luck to the 19 year old fullback coming from Santos, but he’s not what I have in mind.

Whether the Lewis family, supported by our supposedly able and fan-friendly CEO, can change this toxic culture remains to be seen. The reconstituted board is packed with experience in finance and in sports finance, but running an English football club, to echo a previous comment, is different. Vinai Venkatesham has to make the forces align – that’s the role of an effective CEO. Certainly there is no quick fix. This will take time, but if our league form remains so poor, short-term decisions will have to be made, potentially undermining the longer term strategy.

And so we go, round and round again. Something has to break the cycle. Whether the Lewis family want to make it work is a question only they can answer, because as we all know, the I in ENIC stands for investment, and they must be tempted to walk away from these problems and towards a mountain of cash.

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