Tottenham Hotspur 2-1 Leeds United: Time after time - The Square Ball 22/11/21
ONE DAY
Written by Moscowhite • Daniel Chapman
Continuing a theme from the draw with Leicester, Leeds
United are still stuck being a very normal Premier League football club, not
sacking their manager, not taken over by a nation state, no crimes alleged
against its players, not mired in any long running controversy, not employing
Harry Maguire. They’ve just got a lot of players injured or ill and are finding
it hard to win games of football.
At the new White Hart Lane, though, Leeds were sucked into
Spurs’ psychodrama and found it too powerful. Until half-time Tottenham were
Jose Mourinho’s Spurs, Nuno Santo’s Spurs, a bagful of players who’d rather be
anywhere else doing anything else, inert in a glittering stadium. They were
booed off at half-time, as usual. The difference was the new manager, Antonio
Conte, who Marcelo Bielsa identified last week as a “master” of “convincing”
players to follow his ideas. After a goalless draw at Everton in his first
game, and a fifth consecutive half without a shot on target, Tottenham’s needs
finally coincided with their manager’s strengths at half-time. Did he convince?
Just a bit. Did he persuade? And then some. Did Spurs come out for the second
half looking like one of the most volatile coaches in football had spent
fifteen minutes introducing his new players to his inner Warnock? It sure
looked that way.
Until half-time this looked like a game Leeds were winning,
and that Bielsa, pitted against Conte for the first time, had organised his way
in spite of lacking personnel. The back line morphed from the teamsheet to the
pitch and Spurs-stifling reality, Kalvin Phillips dropping into central defence
spare to watch Harry Kane, Diego Llorente keeping an eye on Son Heung-min while
pushing right like a wing-back behind right-midfielder Stuart Dallas, who was
bunched up behind right-winger Daniel James, all with the intention of stopping
Spurs’ left wing-back Sergio Reguilón. That worked. Liam Cooper was the other
centre-back, also on Kane, with nominal left-back Pascal Struijk following
Lucas Moura centrally into deep positions so he looked part of a back three;
Jackie Harrison did not have the back-up James had on the other wing, but he
had the measure of Emerson Royal by himself. The goal proved that, when
confidence-starved Harrison made it all happen with a trick and a nutmeg, an
aggressive sprint from the wing and a powerful cross, that the also
under-weather Dan James met eagerly in the middle. There was no Raphinha in the
side, no Rodrigo, no Pat Bamford; just fan-panic, Joe Gelhardt and these guys.
It took almost a half of Leeds’ usual chance-aversion to get it, two long range
drives by Dallas and Adam Forshaw the best efforts before it, but this was a
really good goal.
With their wing-backs blocked and their central attackers
marked, Conte’s Spurs couldn’t play how Conte’s teams play, not even like the
Ladybird book version of it the new coach has shared in the time he’s had in
the international break. Rather than trying to do something new like Spurs,
Leeds this season are trying to rediscover the best of their old tunes, and for
the second successive game Adam Forshaw played like Elvis in the ’68 Comeback
Special, a performer presumed to be out of touch with modern trends announcing
they’re still rich and vital, proving everyone wrong for forgetting how good
the old hits were. He bossed midfield, and while people wondered why Bielsa had
put Phillips in defence, perhaps the answer was because with Forshaw around, he
can. The quality of Forshaw’s performance, and Phillips’ at the back, made
Geoff Shreeves’ line of questioning about the tactic on Sky after the game seem
weird. Bielsa will often point to what happened in the game as an answer to the
success or failure of a tactical move, and the way Leeds played in the first
half said everything about why Phillips was at the back. He was there because
it was a really good idea.
Phillips looked frustrated in his interviews after the game.
He laughed and said, “I don’t know,” when asked why Bielsa put him in defence.
But that’s how Phillips always answers questions about his own game. The other
week he was describing himself as “almost a dog” next to Declan Rice for
England, and comparing himself to Italy’s Marco Verratti as someone who can
“rat about”. He shrugs off the tactical questions as above a ratty dog’s
pay-grade: he doesn’t know why the coach did it, but he knew what the coach
wanted, so he just did that, also known as his job. His game from the back was
probably not uppermost in his thoughts, either, given how well it had worked.
The frustration maybe had more to do with the second half. That was best
described by Bielsa, talking after the game about trying to win back control of
the midfield. “We started in the second half with Forshaw and Klich, after that
I attempted with Phillips and Forshaw, after with Phillips and Tyler, after
with Pascal and Tyler and finally with Pascal and Dallas. There was far too
many movements to solve the same problem and in the end we didn’t solve this
problem.” Tru heads may remember the tense promotion season awfulness at home
to Barnsley, when Bielsa’s constant tactical changes had Luke Ayling on the
point of marching to the technical area to strangle him. After a change every
six minutes in the last half hour at Spurs, and a defeat, I can imagine Kalvin
in that mood.
A fully firing Forshaw might have helped Leeds’ midfield to
the end, but he was still there and tiring when Spurs took over the second half
for themselves. Speaking afterwards, Reguilón made it sound like Conte told
them simply to want it more. Like I said, prime Warnock, even if Conte denied
that: “I found the right words … because in this kind of situation, it’s not
good to shout, but to have a good chat to show confidence,” he said, his voice
suspiciously hoarse. Reguilón also mentioned them going man for man, and this
wasn’t only defensive, this was about the Spurs players looking at their
markers and deciding to try beating them. Rather than being cowed by Struijk or
Llorente into giving up possession, Moura and Son started turning them around,
running for the penalty area along a curve, backing their pace and skill to
either get them away from their marker or get them fouled. Conte loves sending
the ball around a corner, and if one of his players takes it there at his feet,
all the better for him.
A luckier Leeds might have got something from the game. The
old truism about Spurs, though, is that if you make one mistake, Harry Kane or
Son will punish you. This time Kane and Son actually let Leeds off their first
errors, a shot by the first saved by Illan Meslier, one by the second cannoning
off Llorente and the bar, all while James and Gelhardt took digs at the other
end. Then it was Pierre Højbjerg who seized on a little looseness along the
defensive seams that had Leeds rushing to the front post to keep Moura and Kane
from piling together onto a cross, then hopeless when Højbjerg buried the
rebound the other way. Hopeless, helpless, hapless — what the hell about the
winning goal, an Eric Dier free-kick deflecting off the wall, onto the post,
and so perfectly into the path of Reguilón the woodwork should be credited with
the assist and take Dier’s place in midfield. You can argue Spurs made their
luck here with Moura’s run towards the area that Cooper stopped with the foul
Dier shot from. You can also go bollocks because it just wasn’t fair even if,
on the balance of the near misses and United’s scrambling for changes to stop
the tide, Spurs deserved it.
Leeds United’s sick list is not fair and they don’t deserve
it. Raphinha was ill, Rodrigo’s foot was hurting, Pat Bamford’s ankle still
isn’t repaired; the first two have been combining into form in the absence of
the third, last season’s top scorer, and losing all three isn’t a question of
squad depth. No squad copes well when three of the best players from one part
of the pitch are all missing together. Joffy Gelhardt got his first start and
Stuart McKinstry got his debut from the bench — it went less noticed, but
Crysencio Summerville was also absent presumed injured after scoring for
Netherlands Under-21s — while Jack Jenkins was a sub and fifteen-year-old
Archie Gray came along for the ride. “He was an option to be on the substitutes
bench,” said Bielsa, “but in the end he wasn’t picked.” It feels far from
ideal, but only history can work this out for us, five years from now when
Joffy and Gray are either in the team, or they’re not. The young players didn’t
make a magical difference here but that’s hardly ever how it works. Potential
and opportunity rarely perfectly align, so you get a paradox, that a fifteen
year old isn’t usually involved if all is well with the first team, but is only
involved if they’re an exceptional player. We won’t know whether to laugh or
cry about young Gray going to this game until he’s become Peter Lorimer, Chris
Dawson or something in between. We leave the new White Hart Lane wondering
about two things. One, what the result would have been with a fully fit first
team. Two, what it might have been if Archie Gray was shaving yet.