Tottenham vs Leeds result: Sergio Reguilon seals comeback and Antonio Conte’s first league win - Independent 21/11/21
Tottenham 2-1 Leeds: Spurs came back from a goal down at the break to clinch a crucial three points and breathe life into their faltering season
Tom Kershaw
As Tottenham trudged down the tunnel to a chorus of boos at
half-time, Antonio Conte bowed his head and took a deep breath. He had spent
the entire first half pointing and puffing, ranting and remonstrating,
desperately trying to coax some intent – and basic coordination – from his
players, who trailed Leeds by a goal and had failed to produce a shot on target
in almost five hours.
The team talk Conte delivered in the dressing room, though,
promises to be a decisive turning point in Spurs’ season. When they emerged for
the second half, Tottenham were inspired and irrepressible as Pierre-Emile
Hojbjerg’s equaliser ended their goal drought before Sergio Reguilon’s rebound
sealed a hard-fought, helter-skelter but ultimately well-deserved 2-1 victory.
As the match drew to an end, Conte, perhaps still irked by
the boos, turned to the crowd and theatrically demanded their voices. This
victory was a source of both wild excitement and welcome relief to him. A match
that had encompassed all Spurs’ familiar shades of grey – infuriatingly static
and redolent of Nuno’s maligned incarnation – before bursting into the colours
of the Italian’s trademark philosophy. It is an evolution in process, but one
that unmistakably began here. Spurs are now seventh, just four points adrift of
the top four, and can look up with intent rather than envy.
For all the expected fireworks of Conte’s first home league
game in charge, though, Spurs’ start could hardly qualify even as a damp squib.
Leeds might have been deprived of their talisman, the brilliant Raphinha, at
late notice, but it was still they who possessed the far greater threat. Joe
Gelhardt, the 19-year-old who’s shown a pathological tenacity for scoring at
youth level, was cunning and persistent and Stuart Dallas came agonisingly
close to firing Leeds ahead, his first-time strike from the edge of the box
fizzing inches wide of the post.
Positivity in football is a fickle and fragile commodity.
Quickly, the crowd’s optimism turned as cold as the evening air and discontent
bubbled in its place as counter-attacks ground to uninspiring halts. Slowly but
surely, though, Conte’s side were starting to find a rhythm. Kalvin Phillips,
who was outstanding as a third centre-back, had marshalled Harry Kane like a
personal bodyguard. But eventually, Kane slunk deep and found fresh air, forging
Spurs’ first real opening. Soon afterwards, Son Heung-min burnt past three
defenders on the break but Kane’s touch was clunky and the cut-back squirmed
from underneath his feet.
Spurs’ chances had been few and far between and, on the
brink of half-time, it was Leeds who bared their teeth and took first blood.
Jack Harrison skipped past Emerson with a brilliant piece of skill, whipped a
low ball across the face of goal, where Dan James stormed in and bundled home.
It was nothing less than Leeds had deserved. They were slick, disciplined,
unsparing and incisive – everything that defines Conte and yet, at that point,
remained a figment of the imagination.
Malice must have surely laced Conte’s half-time speech, and
Spurs finally showed some true attacking venom. Within 35 seconds of the
restart, Kane was played clean through by Lucas and, even at an angle, the goal
gaped, but Illan Meslier made a fine save to turn the ball onto the post. The
wait for a shot on target was at least mercifully over.
Typically, from thereon, the chances followed in an
avalanche. Minutes later, Son’s shot deflected off Diego Llorente and looped
onto the crossbar. A tide of pressure had built, the breakthrough felt
increasingly inevitable, and it arrived before long. As the loose ball
ricocheted to Lucas at the byline, he spotted Hojbjerg lurking on the edge of
the box, and the Dane’s mishit shot bobbled past a sprawled Meslier. In the
technical area, it’s no understatement to suggest that Conte went utterly,
mindlessly berserk.
Suddenly unburdened, Spurs surged forwards in unremitting
waves and Leeds reeled into their shell. The change in intensity was
overwhelming. Ben Davies’s forced Meslier into a point-blank save and had a
penalty appeal ignored. Moments later, Adam Forshaw and Liam Cooper were booked
for slightly desperate fouls and, from the latter, Eric Dier’s free-kick
deflected against the post and was gratefully received by Reguilon, who beat
every player to the rebound by several metres.
Still a precarious lead, Spurs showed little sign of
squandering it. They rampaged forwards in pursuit of a third and Conte shadowed
their every moment, pacing in his box like a seething animal. At the final
whistle, his ecstatic release was granted. Spurs celebrated wildly, Conte
embraced his players and staff, and the crowd roared with delight. This was the
night when it felt like their new era had truly begun.