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Arsenal’s Arsène Wenger confident Spurs will be damned on judgment day | David Hytner

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Arsenal manager brims with belief that Tottenham are the team who will lose out in final-day race for Champions League qualification

Do not talk to Tottenham Hotspur fans about the club’s capacity to fall short. Whether it be down to meat-based Italian pasta dishes or the scarcely believable sucker punch from a cross-town rival, they have seen their goal in recent seasons wrested from them in cruel and faintly ridiculous fashion.

This time round, the battle for Champions League qualification has again come down to the wire and there is an apprehension underpinning the excitement at White Hart Lane, the fear that fate could deal them a new and devilish card. If André Villas-Boas’s team beat Sunderland at home on Sunday, they would finish on 72 points, which would be a club high in the Premier League years.

It is a haul that, almost always, is sufficient for a top-four place. Only once since the league was slimmed down to 20 clubs in 1995-96 has the team in fourth taken more than 72 points: Liverpool finished with 76 in 2007-08. Villas-Boas brought up the statistic on Friday morning. It is on his mind. But 72 may very well not be enough.

Over at Arsenal, they know what they need to do and they intend to do it. Win at Newcastle United and they would ensure qualification to Europe’s elite competition for the 16th season in succession. Tottenham, as they were last season when Chelsea won the Champions League to relegate them to the Europa League, despite a fourth-placed finish, would be powerless, consumed by ifs and buts.

This is what Arsenal do. They finish in the money places and, also, they finish above Tottenham. They torment Tottenham. Never in Arsène Wenger’s 17-year tenure have Arsenal trailed in behind their neighbours. The last time it happened was in 1994-95.

It was perilously close in 2005-06, when Tottenham entered the final day one point ahead of Arsenal in fourth. But then the majority of their team woke up with gastroenteritis or, according to folklore, a stomach bug from a dodgy lasagne and they did not have the strength to win at West Ham. Arsenal beat Wigan Athletic and laughed loudly.

Arsenal retain the hope of a third-placed finish, although they need Chelsea to slip up at home to Everton and there is the 130-1 shot, according to bookmakers, of an unprecedented play-off between the London clubs for the third and final automatic pass to the Champions League group phase. That fixture would take place at Villa Park on Sunday 26 May and would be needed if Chelsea were to draw against Everton and Arsenal won by one at Newcastle, scoring two more goals than Chelsea in the process. This would see the clubs inseparable on points, goal difference and goals scored.

But Sunday’s entertainment essentially boils down to Tottenham versus Arsenal; to the quest for each club to force themselves on to the right side of the finest of margins. Every other major issue in the division has been resolved. The spotlight on north London promises to be intense.

There was common ground between Wenger and Villas-Boas. The former noted how Arsenal had already equalled their 70-point tally from last season, despite the various problems that they had encountered, chief among them the demoralising departure of Robin van Persie to Manchester United, and he said that “I will keep fantastic memories of this team”.

Villas-Boas reflected a little wistfully on the clutch of recent draws and the 2-1 loss at Everton in December, when his team conceded twice in the last minute. “The Everton defeat was the real mark on the season,” he said. But he professed himself to be “extremely satisfied” with how his debut campaign had gone. “We always look back with the sensation that we’ve done things properly,” Villas-Boas said. “But it’s not up to me to judge.”

The judgment will come on Sunday evening and, for Arsenal in particular, it is hard to escape the feeling that it will be black or white. Even Wenger acknowledged that the financial consequences of missing out on the Champions League would be “big”, although he maintained that the sporting reasons would be the most painful.

As he prepared for the fixture against a Newcastle team still basking in the relief of avoiding relegation at Queens Park Rangers last Sunday, there was the narrowing of focus that has characterised the recent weeks for Arsenal. And confidence. Wenger positively brimmed with it.

At the beginning of March, after Arsenal lost the derby at White Hart Lane, they trailed Tottenham by seven points. Villas-Boas claimed that Arsenal were “in a negative spiral and once you get into that negative spiral, it’s difficult to get out of it”. The words ring hollow. Arsenal have since been unbeaten, winning seven and drawing two in the league. They even won at Bayern Munich immediately after the derby, even if it failed to prevent an away-goals exit from the Champions League.

“This team suffered for a very long time from a lack of confidence because you take the talisman away – Robin van Persie – and get new players in,” Wenger said. “Then you lose the first big games and suddenly, we are faced with scepticism. Balancing the team took a while but since this has been back we have been very efficient. The Bayern Munich away game was very important. You could feel after that we could do it.

“I had the feeling it could go to the last day and when we were seven points behind, we’d have been happy for that. But we’ve fought back to be in a position where we can master our own fate. We know how to behave to win. Let’s just continue what we’ve done recently.”

There were forward glances from both managers, inevitably, concerning personnel upgrades. Villas-Boas spoke of his desire to appoint a technical director to oversee player transfers and he admitted that he had tried to sign the Barcelona striker David Villa last season when he was in charge at Chelsea. Villa is a possible target for him again this summer.

Villas-Boas also said that with José Mourinho set to return to Chelsea and be afforded the money to make a huge impression on the market, the west London club would “absolutely be the team to beat” next season. Tottenham, he suggested, had to try to keep pace.

It tends to feel more cerebral at Arsenal and Wenger’s reflections on Sir Alex Ferguson, the outgoing United manager, carried an unwitting subtext. “He never looked like he refused to move forward and be open to new things,” Wenger said. “You have to respect this progressive attitude. We can all be a little bit restricted to our experience and what worked before.”

Wenger has regularly stood accused of the above and his revelation that he was close to signing the free agent and France Under-21 striker Yaya Sanogo from Auxerre sounded like something from the tried and trusted.

It was difficult, though, to look too far beyond Sunday’s showdown, when the passions will rage and the drama swirl. “It’s one of the biggest rivalries in football,” Villas-Boas said. “The buzz that you feel around the club now and the pressure is extraordinary.”

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André Villas-Boas’s Tottenham still a poor relation to fantastic four | Barney Ronay

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The Portuguese manager still has work to do if his Spurs side are to reach the levels of his former club Chelsea

Football’s capacity to surprise should never be underestimated. On a night that ended with Tottenham playing catch-up in the conjoined North London slow bicycle race towards that final Champions League place, there was the rare and perhaps even unique spectacle of the home fans routinely booing both managers: their own soon-to-be-ex, Rafa Benítez, and their last-but-one ex, André Villas-Boas. Perhaps Chelsea fans are simply inured to it all by now, choosing instead to save time and simply boo everybody in a suit, past or present.

Beyond the boos this was a brilliantly entertaining 2-2 draw featuring many examples of the kind of fluid attacking play Villas-Boas’s team must produce if it wishes to compete at Champions League level, albeit for Spurs pretty much all of it involved the team in blue shirts. Indeed, it was a slightly confusing night all round as Spurs extracted a late point with a display that was high on grit and yet emerged with a sense that the season may now have tipped decisively away from them.

Afterwards Villas-Boas spoke about Tottenham’s “determination and ambition”. This ambition may be slightly concerning for Villas-Boas, who is currently sitting a space below the league position that saw Harry Redknapp sacked last season. If this was a tactical triumph of sorts for Villas-Boas, whose substitutions changed momentum in the last 15 minutes, it was also a match encircled by ex and soon-to-be-ex-Chelsea managers (like being President of the United States, it feels like you never really stop being an ex-Chelsea manager).

With Villas-Boas, Benítez and the half-glimpsed spectre of José Mourinho lurking ever closer, of the three ex and interims it was Villas-Boas for whom there was most at stake. It has been a season of periodic, if occasionally stuttering, progress for a manager who really could do with an upward spike on his personal CV to dispel the sense that, for all his progressive methods and air of endearing B movie charisma, he cannot amount to anything more than a Europa League Mourinho. This is entirely unfair, of course: in a saner footballing world Villas-Boas, who is a very talented manager, would simply be left to nurture a team, perhaps given a Ferguson-like bedding-in period in which to bloom. But then, this is the Premier League and for Spurs this match had an air of, if not quite make or break, then certainly of a defining moment when it comes to setting the barometer on Villas-Boas’s first season.

Determination aside, Spurs can point to the isolated moments of quality that brought their goals, both with their origins in Emmanuel Adebayor, who had his best game of the season. Villas-Boas had sent his team out in his favoured 4-2-3-1 formation with the world’s most indolent all-action lone striker looking animated in the opening minutes and providing a brilliant individual moment to equalise Oscar’s opener. Since signing for £5m last August, Adebayor has lapsed at times into a parody of forward languor, but his goal in the 25th minute was a reminder of the high-ceilinged talent that lurks behind that kitten-sized attention span. Fed by Lewis Holtby, Adebayor carried the ball 30 yards, all spindly galloping legs, and curled a sublime shot over Petr Cech and into the far corner.

Either side of this Chelsea were often seductively rampant, a team of visibly superior craft in midfield. It’s hard to blame Villa-Boas for this: he might even claim some credit for Chelsea’s fluidity. Again, though, it was Spurs’ porous centre that let them down.

Chelsea’s second goal was beautifully finished by Ramires, an instant toe-poke finish on the run after lovely play by Fernando Torres. But neither Scott Parker, again looking like a worryingly immobile central midfield dalek, nor Tom Huddlestone tracked his forward run.

And for Benítez, the other half of that graceless double booing, these are almost rather carefree end days at Stamford Bridge. How delicious it would be if this brief Benítez spring –a European final, a strong league finish, plenty of fine attacking play from a happy-looking team – comes in time to be something that Chelsea fans might even look back on with a little fond nostalgia.

Certainly there was evidence in the composed menace of Eden Hazard and the usual floating excellence of Juan Mata of the levels to which Tottenham must aspire, a team of pace in strictly delineated areas and one roving smart gun of a midfielder. When Gareth Bale doesn’t play, Spurs are a team of workers, but they fought to the end against superior opponents. And yet on a night of the multidirectional managerial booing, it seemed fitting that the real winners should be elsewhere. Mourinho, if it is to be he, will inherit a team that look, more than at any time in the last year, like they might yet be cut from champion cloth. Arsenal have it in their own admittedly rather tremulous hands to finish fourth. For Villas-Boas, a season of sporadic gains might just be tipping away at the last.

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Tottenham’s André Villas-Boas in search of historic triumph at Chelsea | Dominic Fifield

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Spurs manager returns to Chelsea seeking desperately needed points but can also settle old score with former club

It was in a hallway outside the media suite at White Hart Lane, as satisfied home supporters were still drifting out on to Bill Nicholson Way and the High Road beyond, that André Villas-Boas was asked about the reception awaiting him back at Stamford Bridge. “I have no idea,” he offered, all weary unease as if it was outlandish his acrimonious divorce from Chelsea a little over a year ago might have returned to the news agenda ahead of a first return. “Hopefully the home fans are respectful but, if not, it’s fine too. It makes no difference to me.”

It is safe to assume the locals will have two managers upon which to pour scorn on what could prove to be a defining evening for Tottenham Hotspur’s Champions League pursuit. Spurs travel across the capital on Wednesday two points adrift of Arsenal in fourth as the teams that currently hem in Arsène Wenger’s side play out their game in hand. Ferocious rivalry ensures Chelsea will not want to yield an inch to their visitors even though Sunday’s eye-catching success at Old Trafford has actually afforded them a hint of breathing space. Yet, for Tottenham, this is a crunch occasion. Anything other than victory would surrender the initiative to those currently gracing the top four places with time ticking down on the campaign and very little room for recovery.

There is a delicious irony that it has come to this. Rewind a little over 14 months and Villas-Boas’s reputation was apparently in tatters. He had overseen training at Cobham on a Sunday morning in early March, still groggy from defeat at West Bromwich Albion the previous day, only to be summoned into a meeting by the Chelsea chief executive, Ron Gourlay. He must have realised what was to follow as soon as he found Roman Abramovich, the director Eugene Tenenbaum and the technical director, Michael Emenalo, waiting for him, the hierarchy having already clicked into dismissal mode.

The club’s owner and his board were unanimous in their assessment that the team were heading only one way. There had been only five wins in 16 matches in all competitions. Chelsea loitered three points outside the top four and had been saddled with a two-goal deficit from the chaotic first leg of their Champions League knockout tie against Napoli. Abramovich predicted that, while the Portuguese was in charge, the club’s place in Europe’s elite competition was under considerable threat. The 35-year-old makes his first return this week hoping to see that prophecy come to pass.

How Villas-Boas would love to complete his rehabilitation in English football back on the stage where his career appeared to have been prematurely derailed. Chelsea will find him rather changed from the fresh-faced, clipboard-wielding bright young thing who had cost £13.4m in compensation to prise from Porto. He claims to have learned “a great lesson” from that chastening 256-day tenure back at the club he had previously graced as José Mourinho’s opposition scout. The fall-out from those spats with senior players in a hierarchical dressing room, and a refusal to deviate from the methods that had proved so successful in Portugal, was an education. The setup at Spurs seems more receptive.

His principles may remain intact – he still encourages that patient, possession-based style on the pitch – but there is more flexibility to his approach these days, and more maturity to his dealings with key personnel. Admittedly, he has not had to contend with the same kind of egos at White Hart Lane. He had inherited a squad at Chelsea that had claimed a league and cup double 12 months earlier and could argue their trusted methods would eventually achieve success. But his current players have bought into his ideas more readily, accepting the meritocracy he promotes for the benefit of the collective. His enthusiasm and drive have rubbed off at Spurs where, across town, many merely doubted his credentials to lead.

Now, though, he must oversee a victory that would buck a long-established trend. It is more than 23 years since Gary Lineker, in between centre-halves at the far post from Nayim’s delivery, nodded an 88th-minute winner past Dave Beasant to secure Spurs’ last victory at Stamford Bridge. To put that into some context, that was the weekend when Buster Douglas beat Mike Tyson and, more pertinently, Nelson Mandela walked free from Victor Verster prison. They have secured nine draws from the 25 visits in all competitions since. A win would feel historic.

That is what the manager is targeting, hopeful perhaps that Gareth Bale has saved one last flash of jaw-dropping quality for the biggest game yet of this campaign. The optimist in Villas-Boas will stress that, if Chelsea, Stoke and Sunderland are beaten, Champions League football will be assured. He will place equal importance on each of those fixtures. And yet Wednesday is the contest with the subplot. He may be uncomfortable in the spotlight, but this is the Portuguese’s moment.

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Tottenham rewarded after André Villas-Boas shows his flexible thinking | Michael Cox

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The manager’s introductions of Huddlestone, Holtby and Defoe were timed to perfection in the victory over Manchester City

This is precisely the sort of display we expected when André Villas-Boas arrived in England nearly two years ago – Tottenham won this game thanks to pace, width and clinical finishing, following an intelligent tactical switch from their manager.

In a first half that Manchester City dominated, the two teams were arranged in a similar fashion – Scott Parker sat deep and allowed Mousa Dembélé to storm forward, while Gareth Barry did the same for Yaya Touré. Both sets of wide players came inside quickly, while Edin Dzeko and Emmanuel Adebayor were largely isolated up front.

The major difference was the player “in the hole” on either side. Spurs used the fit-again Gareth Bale, who received the ball in dangerous positions in the opening moments, but gradually found his space restricted as City remained compact. With Clint Dempsey and, in particular, Gylfi Sigurdsson moving inside, City defended narrow and Bale was crowded out.

At the other end, Carlos Tevez showed greater positional intelligence throughout the first half, positioning himself between the lines, and constantly drifting to the flanks to overload Tottenham in wide areas. His pass to James Milner in the build-up to Samir Nasri’s opener was sublime, and the Argentine also created chances for Nasri and Dzeko with clever touches after finding himself unmarked.

Villas-Boas made a subtle change at half-time: Bale swapping with Dempsey and moving to the right flank. This unwittingly played into City’s hands, however – Roberto Mancini had been forced to replace the injured Milner with Aleksandar Kolarov, who went to the left flank. In tandem with Gaël Clichy, City shut down Bale’s space easily.

After an hour, Villas-Boas changed things more dramatically, moving from a 4-2-3-1 to a 4-3-3. Tom Huddlestone replaced Parker and sat solidly in the holding role, tracking Tevez across the pitch, and spraying some excellent forward passes into attack. Meanwhile, Lewis Holtby replaced Sigurdsson, and alongside Dembélé helped overpower Barry and Touré with sheer energy.

Once Jermain Defoe had replaced the ineffectual Adebayor 10 minutes later, Spurs were playing in a completely different fashion. Their first half attacks were slow and involved various players crowding the centre – now, with Bale higher up the pitch and looking for balls in behind, an approach Defoe instinctively replicated, they could attack directly at speed. Forward passes were combined with clever runs, and Spurs were superb for the final 20 minutes and Mancini failed to respond tactically.

With Spurs in a powerful 4-3-3 and Bale out on the right, cutting inside on to his left foot in the manner of Brazilian forward Hulk, Spurs were reminiscent of Villas-Boas’s Porto side that won the Portuguese league unbeaten and the Europa League in 2010-11.

The impression that Tottenham have rediscovered their ‘vertical’ style of play, the fact that Villas-Boas himself was a crucial part of the victory, and the small matter of three points against a quality side at such a crucial stage of the season, means this win might one day be considered pivotal in Spurs’ evolution under their Portuguese tactician.

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Manchester City’s capitulation at Tottenham sums up their season | Barney Ronay

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Roberto Mancini’s side outclassed Spurs for 70 minutes but then seemed to drift at vital moments, just as they have done to concede the title to Manchester United

With 70 minutes of this match gone Manchester City seemed to be providing a thrummingly well-engineered glimpse into the medium-term future, not so much outclassing Tottenham as simply refusing to let them to play at all, and delivering an invigorating pointer towards what the Premier League – and even Europe – might expect next season. And yet, by the end of the match Steffen Freund, prominent throughout in his capering managerial wingman role, could be seen pinching the cheeks of a junior Tottenham ballboy with such celebratory vigour that the ballboy was still rubbing them in discomfort as he walked down the tunnel a few minutes later. Behind him City’s players, trudging off the White Hart Lane turf in watery spring sunshine, looked as through they could have done with a pinch or two of their own after one of the season’s more improbable 3-1 defeats.

And yet there was something oddly familiar too here, a temptation to see in City’s glossily expert capitulation a cartoonish sense of a season in microcosm. City have made a habit of veering on to the hard shoulder and offering Manchester United the road in the title race. Here they again looked like the best team in the country for most of the match but still managed to end it as glum-faced champions un-elect, offering United the chance to take back an expensively acquired league championship at the earliest opportunity with victory on Monday night at home to Aston Villa.

“They [United] are not better than us, but they deserve to win the title,” Roberto Mancini said afterwards. Which begs the obvious question: how did that happen then? And where does it leave the manger who has overseen such underperformance?

In a sense City’s annihilating first-half show – a 1-0 thrashing of comprehensive proportions – makes defeat seem even more dysfunctional. City were better in every department. In the battle of the side-winding English ball-shuttlers, Scott Parker was overshadowed by Gareth Barry. He may have attracted the rather unkind nickname “Davros” from some Spurs supporters – tribute to his favourite slow-motion, 180-degree turn in possession, reminiscent of the chair-bound swivels of the Dalek overlord – but Parker battled gamely as ever. He was simply outgunned by City’s superior central power; just as City’s attack had both teeth and high-class lateral movement, whereas Spurs had Emmanuel Adebayor. If there is some consolation in the fact that Spurs have won just once in the Premier League when Adebayor has scored this season, it is perhaps to be found in the fact that at least he doesn’t score very often. With Carlos Tevez in full rampant-scullery-mouse mode, the contrast between the Togolese and the world’s least sedentary itinerant footballing hired gun could not have been more pronounced, not least in Tevez’s scamper and lovely pass inside for the opening goal, which was beautifully finished by Samir Nasri.

Of course, Tottenham won this game as much as City lost it and there will be much credit given to André Villas-Boas, whose substitutions and change of shape, allowing Bale licence in the second half to rove from his central position, led directly to Spurs’ three goals in seven minutes. Great players make tactical tweaks into masterstrokes (Villas-Boas also looked to have picked the wrong team for 70 minutes) and Bale’s dinked finish for the crowning third goal, delivered at full speed, 81 minutes into the match, but still as dainty as a man skimming the top off his boiled egg, will linger in the memory. Similarly, Villas-Boas deserves credit for bringing on the more physically imposing Tom Huddlestone for a battered-looking Parker, who spent his hour on the pitch buzzing around Yaya Touré like a wing-weary bumblebee trying to bring down an articulated lorry.

But what exactly were City doing all that time? In a way, this has been the story of their season, betrayed by a sense of drift at vital moments. Blessed with endless attacking angles and intelligently led on the right by James Milner in the first half, City essentially vanished in those final 15 minutes, unable to find the secondary surge that was so in evidence towards the end of last season. Some will point to Vincent Kompany being at fault for Tottenham’s first two goals. But City’s real failing here was an inability to do enough with their patent superiority. Despite playing like champions – driving forward like champions, tackling in midfield like champions – they still managed to leave the pitch with Spurs fans singing “you’re not champions any more”.

Mancini has looked increasingly secure as the title has slipped away amid the consolations of familiarly steamrollering form in league and cup. But here his assistants were particularly upset at the final whistle, with David Platt involved in a wretched moment of shoulder-barging bravado with José Mário Rocha, Spurs’ fitness coach. No doubt a coherent medium-term plan is in place at the Etihad Stadium. But this was a strangely decelerating display, and untimely too for a champion team who have displaced their decisive champion’s bite a little too often for comfort this season.

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Premier League: 10 things to look out for this weekend | Barry Glendenning and Jacob Steinberg

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Nigel Adkins comes face to face with Mauricio Pochettino, Paolo Di Canio can finally let the football do the talking and Harry Redknapp on why QPR don’t need a miracle

Is another Carlos Tevez sulk on the way?

The Argentinian has already demonstrated occasional reluctance to gad about in a high-vis bib since joining Manchester City, famously declining to warm up when instructed to do so by Roberto Mancini during last season’s Champions League. It will be intriguing to see his on-field reaction to the news that he’ll have to do it for a whopping 250 hours as punishment for repeated motoring offences. His sentence is just shy of 36 seven-hour working days and he is unlikely to have put much of a dent in it come season’s end. Despite being spared jail, he wouldn’t be human if he didn’t feel hard done by, so it will be intriguing to find out if another epic sulk ensues. Barry Glendenning

Adkins v Pochettino

Will Nigel Adkins and Mauricio Pochettino shake hands? Will they? Forget the relegation battle, this will surely be the most fascinating subplot when Reading welcome Southampton to the Madejski Stadium and one that deserves full media coverage and then we can all get on with the irritating and irrelevant sideshow that is the football. With home wins over Chelsea, Liverpool and Manchester City under his belt, Pochettino certainly appears to have settled well despite the curious chain of events which saw Southampton replace Adkins with the former Espanyol manager in January. Southampton are surely safe now, although they are still waiting for their first away win under Pochettino after four unsuccessful attempts. They’re unlikely to get a better opportunity than against Reading, who are spirited but limited and on their way down. Replacing Brian McDermott with Adkins, an apparent like-for-like swap, was a pointless move but at least it’s added a bit of extra spice to this fixture. Jacob Steinberg

Di Canio: now for the football

Quite apart from seeing if any Sunderland supporters are dumb enough to greet Paolo Di Canio with a fascist salute, a plan mooted by one trolling numpty on a Mackem fan forum, it will be genuinely intriguing to see what kind of team the Italian sends out at the end of an eventful week in which his surprise appointment caused enough of a sporting stir to prompt even proper journalists to muddy their spats in the murky Premier League puddle. Decent Sunderland performances have been few and far between this season but one of their better ones came in the corresponding fixture against Chelsea at the Stadium of Light, where the hulking enigma that is Connor Wickham had one of the games of his career but silly individual errors from Seb Larsson and Phil Bardsley cost them dearly. Considering both his political leanings and the fact that the stunningly mediocre crossing side he’s inherited seems too slow, ponderous and unimaginative to play any other way, Di Canio will almost certainly focus on the right wing, where Di Canio’s predecessor, Martin O’Neill, seemed incapable of deciding whether Adam Johnson or Stéphane Sessègnon was his go-to guy.

The out-of-sorts Johnson had the gig originally, with the similarly underperforming Sessègnon operating in the hole behind an out-and-out striker, before O’Neill moved Sessègnon wide for a run of seven games that gleaned one win. Helping these players – one or both – rediscover their mojo will be crucial if Di Canio is to keep Sunderland in the Premier League. With a rejuvenated Johnson on the right and James McClean on the left providing ammo for Danny Graham or Wickham and Sessègnon, it’s not inconceivable that Sunderland could begin to resemble the vaguely functional and entertaining football team that marked the early days of O’Neill’s tenure. In the event of such a turnaround, it is a shame the members of the Durham Miners’ Association will not be able to revel in the success. BG

Tottenham must cope with the fatigue this time

Sometimes it is possible to get too carried away when a big team loses a couple of matches. After all, someone has to lose. Football teams will lose football matches. However, if Tottenham could point to bad luck when they were beaten by Liverpool, then the defeat by Fulham at White Hart Lane was infinitely more worrying. Suddenly talk of a typical Tottenham collapse began and André Villas-Boas was having to bat away questions about whether they were feeling the pressure. It didn’t matter what Villas-Boas had to say, though; winning at Swansea was the perfect riposte. However, Tottenham’s task is about to get more difficult. Gareth Bale’s injury against Basel is a worry, especially as Everton are awkward enough opponents at the best of times and even more so three days after a Europa League quarter-final. Villas-Boas intends to win the Europa League and finish in the top four – and quite right, too – so there are likely to be some heavy legs in the Tottenham side. They must ignore the pain and hope that Bale can do the same. JS

Arsenal can turn up the heat

There’s no point grumbling now about whether Arsène Wenger has got his priorities right. Yes, it’s another trophyless season but for Arsenal the immediate future is all about securing their place in the top four and, if they win at West Bromwich Albion on Saturday afternoon, they will move a point above Chelsea, who do not play until Sunday. It is easy to scoff about Wenger’s repeated claims about his team’s mental strength but maybe they do have a bit more about them than they are given credit for. Although they are capable of getting themselves into a rare old stink, it has never been beyond them to hit form at just the right time. With no cup competitions to worry about and a relatively favourable run-in, talk of a crisis may have to be put on hold again. Try to ignore the sense of déjà-vu, though. JS

Harry knows what a miracle is … whatever

Having helpfully provided the distinction between a miracle and steering this QPR side to victory in four matches out of their next seven by pointing out that “miracles are if you’re a cripple and I touch you and cure you; that’s a miracle … or if I turn a loaf of bread into whatever”, Harry Redknapp must continue with his ongoing attempts to turn his overpaid, under-performing rabble into “whatever” for a match that is must-win for his team but where a point will do in-form Wigan Athletic quite nicely. The Latics are decent when it comes to protecting a lead and, with the hard-working Ivorian striker Arouna Koné having scored in their past two games, the first goal in this contest could be crucial. A reprise of the slapstick defending that cost QPR all three points against Fulham on Monday night could force Harry down the supermarket aisle to fondle sliced-pans, in the hope he can transform them into much needed Premier League points. BG

Norwich hope Swansea will be on their sun loungers

Norwich will not get any easier chances to secure three points in their bid for Premier League safety than this. Actually, scrap that. They have Reading at home in two games’ time. The players of Swansea City, having guaranteed their own Premier League status for next season and won the League Cup at Wembley, appear to have downed tools and flaked out on their metaphorical sun loungers, which ought to be a heartwarming state of affairs for hosts who have won only one of the 14 Premier League matches they have played in 2013, scoring a paltry five goals in the process.

“All the players have to look in the mirror and be honest with themselves, and ask, ‘Have I really done everything I can to make this season end well’?” said the Swansea City goalkeeper Michel Vorm this week, before absolving himself from any blame for the entirely understandable fug of lethargy hanging over the Liberty Stadium. But then, when Vorm looks in the mirror, he doesn’t just see a strapping and handsome Dutchman, but also a player who didn’t play a single minute of his side’s heroic Capital One Cup odyssey. Norwich City fans will be hoping Vorm’s team-mates who did play at Wembley will greet his clarion call with nothing more energetic than rolled eyes, weary sighs and shoulder-shrugs. BG

The hubris of Pardew

Alan Pardew is a naturally confident man. That was the beard of a confident man and here’s what he had to say about Newcastle’s battle against relegation after his side’s win over Stoke on 10 March. “That’s done, we won’t worry about that now,” he said, swinging his feet on the table and eyeballing fate. And, sure enough, two defeats later and Newcastle find themselves three points above the bottom three. It’s a good job Pardew’s not worried. Anyone else would be. He’d better hope they beat Fulham. JS

A last chance for Cole?

After two excellent goals against West Brom last week, Andy Carroll will have to sit out West Ham’s trip to Liverpool under the terms of his loan move. That means Sam Allardyce will have to turn to one of his back-up strikers, with Carlton Cole presumably the favourite to get the nod ahead of Marouane Chamakh, the on-loan Arsenal striker who has managed two starts, one substitute appearance and no goals during his brief spell at Upton Park. You can bet he’ll be welcomed back with open arms by Arsenal in May. For Cole, though, Sunday’s game might represent a last chance for him to impress Allardyce. Whenever Carroll has been fit he has been preferred to Cole, who has scored twice this season and the 29-year-old’s contract is up in the summer. JS

Pulis addresses mutiny at Britannia

With large swaths of the Britannia faithful having turned on Tony Pulis, the manager has felt compelled to address the mutiny. “What they think of me doesn’t matter now; it’s what they think of their team that counts,” he said, although it is difficult to imagine that being subjected to abuse in the Premier League’s loudest bear-pit is not hurtful for the man who did so much to establish the Potters as a Premier League force. Playing unattractive football is all well and good if the results are satisfactory, but playing in a style many consider Neanderthal and failing to score in five out of seven Premier League matches is bound to provoke unrest among the ticket-buying natives.

Villa are desperate for points and have a difficult run-in, so will fancy their chances of getting all three against a jittery Stoke side but, as Michael Cox from Zonal Marking pointed out in the Football Weekly … Extra podcast, they remain rubbish at defending the Stoke speciality of set pieces. His suggestion of Robert Huth to score first, likely to be priced at around 20-1, could represent better value than any number of nags running in the Grand National at the same time. BG

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Tottenham’s first black player should be awarded the Military Cross | Garth Crooks

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David Cameron can do justice to Britain’s black first world war hero Walter Tull by posthumously awarding him a military honour

I had been at Tottenham Hotspur for a few seasons and experienced a good deal of success. But when, for the first time, I experienced a long-term injury, requiring weeks of treatment and tortuous rehab, I found myself wandering around the club, often in deep reflection, waiting for the pain of the next physio session. On one such afternoon I came across a photo of a Spurs team from 1910. It wasn’t the date that caught my attention at first but the black lad who sat crossed-legged, posing in the traditional pre-season photo.

I was fascinated – and a bit put out too, because I thought I held the distinction of being Spurs’ first black player – and wondered who the hell was Walter Tull? Captivated and irritated at the same time I decided to try and find out more. Surely this young whippersnapper couldn’t have possibly played for the first team.

I asked around the club but no one had a clue what I was wittering on about. The club statistician told me he had never heard of a Walter Tull but would look in his records. Then, after weeks of research, he sent me some cuttings in the post.

I was mesmerised by what I began to read. This man was no ordinary footballer; he was special. Not only had he played for the Tottenham’s first XI, he had scored goals. So why had no one heard of him? I desperately tried to visualise myself playing for Spurs at that time. Racism seemed to confront him in many games he played. The reports of it made my career look like a walk in the park. But somehow he never let it bother him.

The difficulty I had with the story was that I couldn’t work out why, in 1910, Spurs let him go after only a handful of games. He was clearly one of their best players, so why did he end up at Northampton Town? Were the Tottenham directors more concerned about the image of the club than their rising star? The club couldn’t lose; having got rid of what may well have been seen as a problem, they restored the club’s image and got a pretty penny in the bargain. Good business on the face of it.

But within a couple of years of joining Northampton, then managed by the great Herbert Chapman, young Tull enrolled in the army to fight for his country in the first world war. What took place in the years to follow was nothing short of remarkable. Tull quickly rose to the rank of sergeant in the Middlesex regiment, fighting in the Battle of the Somme in 1916 and became the first black combat officer in the British army, despite a military rule excluding “negroes” from exercising actual command. Tull was stationed in Italy in 1917/18 and his military leadership received a citation for “gallantry and coolness”, having led his company of 26 men on an incursion into enemy territory, returning them safely.

Tull returned to the horrors of war in northern France in 1918, and was killed in action on 25 March, 95 years ago today, near the village of Favreuil in the Pas-de-Calais region. His body was never recovered, and he is remembered at the Arras memorial for those who have no known grave, having fought in six major battles of the first world war.

In learning of his heroism in battle, I was left speechless. Why did I not know about this man? Why had his history and accomplishments been hidden? How I could have used those moments of glory as a child to stand proud among my classmates. For his acts of bravery, Tull was recommended for the Military Cross. Sadly, he never received it.

In the last few years a growing chorus of campaigners have demanded the government and the military hierarchy make amends. Those include Tull’s biographer Phil Vasili, the playwright Kwame Kwei-Armah and the bestselling novelist Michael Morpurgo whose latest novel, A Medal for Leroy, is a tribute to Walter Tull. A petition has been launched calling for the Military Cross to be posthumously awarded.

Just days ago, the prime minister intervened to honour veterans of Bomber Command and the Arctic convoy, whose efforts and bravery some 70 years ago were finally recognised with military honours.

In life, I’ve always believed in the maxim that “those who know better, do better” and on that basis we must ask the military establishment and our prime minister to hand Walter Tull the Military Cross for which he was originally recommended. It’s the least we can do.

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Gareth Bale has his uses but the power of one is overhyped in football | Sean Ingle

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The assumption that a team performs noticeably worse without their talisman may not be correct as statistics show Tottenham have won more games recently without Welsh winger

During the 1990 World Cup, when Argentina’s coach, Carlos Bilardo, was asked to evaluate his team, he replied: “Maradona, Caniggia and nine others.” Increasingly, though, that seems one standout too many. The focus on the virtuoso player – conductor, conjuror, superman – who elevates his team-mates to a higher stratosphere is more magnified than ever.

The months and managers change but the question – and the tailgating headline – remains the same: is X a one-man team? In January, after Robin van Persie scored 11 in 11 games, it was put to Sir Alex Ferguson. Last month, it was André Villas-Boas’s turn after Gareth Bale’s neon-boot howitzers. In the past fortnight it has been asked about Liverpool, Fulham and Wales.

The response is usually no, although Ferguson did concede “there was a time in our history when one man did carry us for a while … Eric Cantona”. That tallies with a long-standing belief in the power of one in English football. A Guardian report by Eric Todd from 1970, for instance, asserted: “The belief that one man does not, or cannot, make a team was disposed of effectively by Manchester United’s Brian Kidd. Many among the crowd … went home convinced that the scoreline ‘Kidd 2 Arsenal 1′ could have done adequate justice to an inspired performance.”

Isn’t it time we attempted a stab at a player’s value to a team? After all, baseball analysts use a dazzling formula – Wins Above Replacement – to assess how a team would be affected if a player were injured.

In basketball and ice hockey another stat – plus-minus – shows how important a player is by looking at a team’s performance when he is on court compared with when he is not.

Football has no such metric. But a crude poke around the top-line Opta stats unearths some interesting findings. Take Bale’s record at Spurs since 2010-11, the season he flayed Maicon’s reputation at the San Siro. With Bale, Spurs have won 44 of 92 Premier League games – a 48% win percentage – and averaged 1.74 points. In 14 games without him they have won 57% of matches and averaged 1.79 points.

There are obvious caveats. We are talking about a small sample size, and the strength of Bale’s team-mates and the opposition needs to be factored in too. As Rob Mastrodomenico, of Global Sports Statistics, points out: “Football isn’t baseball, which has one-on-one match-ups between the pitcher versus batter and is much easier to quantify. In football it’s much harder as we have 11 v 11 and therefore the worth of every player becomes a function of the other players around him.”

How Steven Gerrard’s figures stack up is also worth noting. Liverpool’s win percentage in the Premier League when he plays (50%) is almost identical to when he doesn’t (51%), and that’s across 448 games since Gerrard made his debut in November 1998.

His impact in Liverpool’s 140 matches against others in the Big Six – Manchester United, Chelsea, Arsenal, Spurs and Manchester City – is interesting too. Liverpool have won more matches (37% to 35%), scored more goals (1.30 to 1.21) and conceded less (1.19 to 1.30) when Gerrard hasn’t played.

Even Fernando Torres made a smaller impression on some Liverpool stats than you might expect. Across 138 Premier League matches, Liverpool won 54% of games with him and 50% without, and their average points – 1.86 per game – was the same whether Torres played or not. The figures for Cristiano Ronaldo at Manchester United and Patrick Vieira at Arsenal are broadly similar. Again there are caveats: top players are sometimes rested against weaker teams, so we are not always comparing like with like, and few would doubt Torres’s impact at Anfield. But the numbers should make us at least pause – the assumption that a team perform noticeably worse without their talisman may not be correct.

Conversely, the data does show that teams can perform worse without their best player. Arsenal scored significantly more goals (2.03 v 1.50) when Thierry Henry played, won 61% of matches compared with 52%, and had a higher points per game (2.07 v 1.80). Manchester United’s results are better when Wayne Rooney starts.

But it isn’t always the case, and it’s worth asking why. Perhaps win percentage isn’t the best way to quantify a player’s performance. Or perhaps, in the modern squad game, the loss of a big player can be accommodated, so if Cristiano Ronaldo is injured, Gonzalo Higuaín or Karim Benzema can take his place.

Leadership doesn’t necessarily have to be always shown in front of 75,000 people, either. A Roy Keane figure’s Gekko-esque desire to win often permeates the club.

In some cases, however, a team might lean too much on their talisman, with lesser players trying to find Gerrard with a pass, say, even when better options are available. Interestingly, research in Chris Anderson and Chris Sally’s forthcoming book, The Numbers Game, shows that improving a team’s worst player is actually the most effective way to win more matches and climb the table.

There is another simple explanation too. In football, even the best player relies on his team-mates more than is acknowledged. The power of one remains far less than the power of 11.

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Gareth Bale gives Spurs head start but old foible returns with a fall | Paul Doyle

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Tottenham player scores 10th goal in eight games but referee shows yellow for diving after penalty area plunge against Inter

In 2010 Gareth Bale burned himself into the folk memory of one of Europe’s giants by following up a scorching hat-trick at the San Siro with an explosive performance in a 3-1 victory at White Hart Lane — and the way Italian journalists quizzed the Inter manager, Andrea Stramaccioni, before this reunion about how he would neutralise the club’s nemesis was vaguely evocative of medieval villagers imploring their chief to protect them from some fearsome monster who had visited unspeakable cruelties on their forefathers.

In his short career as a senior manager, 37-year-old Stramaccioni has earned a reputation as a man who always has a plan. He has become known as something of an anti-Arsène Wenger: whereas the Arsenal manager always sends his team out to play the same way, seemingly believing it is a sign of weakness to alter his approach in recognition of the opposition’s strengths, The Inter manager has turned the Nerazzurri into a chameleon-like creature, continually changing appearance to factor in enemy threats.

He regularly tinkers and there was much talk in the Italian media of the manager devising a “cage” to lock up Bale for 90 minutes. If what he produced was in fact intended to be a cage, then remember never to leave Stramaccioni in charge of a zoo. Because Bale was free to romp as he pleased.

Stramaccioni, it seemed, opted for the Wenger method after all, electing to erect no anti-Bale barricade and just hope the beast did not turn up. That did not work for Arsenal in Sunday’s North London derby and it was quickly exposed as folly here.

Bale should have opened the scoring in the second minute but miskicked after Aaron Lennon had alerted the visitors to the presence of another dangerous winger by flying down the right and presenting Bale with a perfect cut-back. Walter Gargano was the closest opponent to him and was about eight yards away, suggesting the deep-lying midfielder was not detailed with tracking Inter’s notorious tormentor. Or maybe he was and just did not bother doing so, which would have been in keeping with a slovenly performance by the Italians, who started this season by taking the Europa League seriously but appeared to have changed their mind before this game owing to complications in Serie A, where they are currently just outside the Champions League place.

It would have been interesting to see whether the superb right-back Javier Zanetti would have fared any better against Bale than Maicon did in the side’s last encounter but Bale’s conversion from rampant wideman to wandering destroyer meant the pair seldom came into direct confrontation with each other.

At 23, Bale has become at home with having no fixed abode. He has outgrown the limited sprint-cross-shoot role and amassed enough wisdom, versatility and physical power to choose where he goes and how he wreaks havoc. Three years ago he would not have surged into the box to bang a header into the net but that is what he did here in the sixth minute, when he leapt like an all-star basketballer above Esteban Cambiasso to meet Gylfi Sigurdsson’s cross and slamdunk Spurs into the lead.

Part of Inter’s problem was that Tottenham were proving they are not a one-man team: Inter were being over-run and outplayed everywhere so could ill-afford to start concentrating on Bale. Lennon and Scott Parker dazzled but it was Sigurdsson and Jan Vertonghen – from a Bale corner – who plundered the next two goals. A Bale charge on the hour-mark must have seemed like a flashback to 2010 but, after blasting past three opponents, Bale shot wide from 18 yards.

The only other mercy on a grim night for Inter was that Bale showed there is one part of his game that has not improved: he remains a poor simulation of a clever simulator, as demonstrated by his deserved booking in the 14th minute, when he left his leg to collide with Gargano’s before tumbling over it in the box. Bale denies he dives, claiming that previous bookings for simulation this season – against Liverpool, Sunderland and Fulham – were instances of him taking evasive action to avoid fouls. Here he sought contact. He will miss the return leg in the San Siro. Inter will not miss him.

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André Villas-Boas finds his soul at Spurs and creates a new mood music

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Tottenham’s manager is a completely different animal from his Chelsea days, only 12 months on from his sacking at Stamford Bridge

Even amid the battle fog of a north London derby, with his Spurs side under pressure in the opening half hour, André Villas-Boas was able to smile. The contrast with his final days at Stamford Bridge, when his features were as sunken as Chelsea’s Premier League position, is stark. When the axe came, exactly a year ago on Monday, it was almost an act of mercy.

Sure, there was sympathy. There usually is for Roman Abramovich’s discarded whims. Being Chelsea manager is like playing Pac-Man: you know the ghosts will catch you in the end, no matter how many points you collect. But when the game-over sign flashed after 256 days, Villas-Boas left with dangling questions about his management style.

What is striking at Spurs is not just that those questions have been answered, but how quickly they have been forgotten. Remember how Villas-Boas was hammered for playing a high defensive line to the point of obstinacy, even when it was obvious that John Terry’s legs whirred at 33rpm in a 78rpm world? And the whispers that he lacked emotional intelligence, for failing to understand that egos need massaging not treating with coarse sandpaper?

We are watching a different man now. Chelsea should consider how much of that is down to Villas-Boas – and how much can be explained by a new environment. Look at the way Gareth Bale hugged him and his team-mates after his winning goal at West Ham. And then remember how he was mocked at Chelsea for suggesting his players celebrate together.

The decision to allow Hugo Lloris time to bed in could have proved tricky, especially with the France manager Didier Deschamps heckling from across the Channel, but Villas-Boas handled it well, sticking with Brad Friedel initially and waiting for Lloris to adjust before making the switch. Meanwhile, the reintegration of Michael Dawson and Tom Huddlestone shows a willingness to admit he was wrong that few peers possess.

Villas-Boas often deflects questions about himself, insisting that it is the group that matters. Ultimately it is. But the manager creates the mood music. On Tottenham’s pre-season tour to the United States he encouraged staff and players to dine together, and even paid for a slap-up meal from his own admittedly deep pockets (something he repeated before Christmas). When Spurs beat Southampton he picked up the tab after his players threw their shirts into the crowd.

The happy environment extends to the training pitch. Gary Mabbutt, who has known times good and bad at Spurs, was struck with how happy everyone was when he visited the club recently. He sensed that people wanted to work for Villas-Boas, who knows the names of all the staff and makes it clear he appreciates what they do, whatever their position.

The assistant head coach, Steffen Freund, has also proved a smart acquisition, not just for his insight but also for his unrelenting enthusiasm, even when the rain is coming down sideways. And then there is the nitty-gritty of training and tactics. Villas-Boas plans every training session weeks in advance. There are no long runs or heavy weights; on the pitch everything is done with the ball. And there is a vigorous injury-prevention strategy in place to try to limit the number of players lost to non-impact issues.

There is fun but there is flexibility, too. One former player told me that the squad always get the day off after a game but following their dramatic victory over West Ham, Villas-Boas realised that everyone was buzzing and let them take it easy on Wednesday, too.

Data and videotape are also scrunched and crunched, and adjustments made: when Spurs developed a habit of conceding late goals Villas-Boas thought they were losing focus so he made the last part of training the most intense. It worked. He has also tried 4-4-2, with mixed results, for the first time in his career.

All things considered, Villas-Boas probably deserves more credit than he has received. Especially given the 2-1 victory against Arsenal extended Spurs’ unbeaten league games to 12 – their longest ever in the Premier League.

Of course, things are not perfect. If they were, Spurs would be eyeing the title not the Champions League places. And while they are better organised under Villas-Boas, rigidity sometimes trumps fluidity. That is not a surprise: losing Luka Modric and Rafael van der Vaart, both excellent one-touch passers, meant the engine room lost some of its grease and groove.

And while Mousa Dembélé has been excellent, he, along with most of Spurs’ midfield, like to take their opponents on. Rarely do they receive and release immediately. The signing of Lewis Holtby, a keen recycler, should continue to add variety to their attacks.

Off the field, chairman and manager are at last pulling in the same direction. Villas-Boas wanted João Moutinho and surely craves a 25-goals-a-season striker. But negotiations are done in the boardroom, not through his media mates. He also takes a deep interest in the youth teams, a subject that was far from Harry Redknapp’s heart. Even in these early days there is a sense that Villas-Boas is planning for long-term.

Compare that with Chelsea, a club who would make Buddha twitchy. At White Hart Lane, the funds may not always be available but at least Villas-Boas has less reason to fear of the knock at the door, or the knife in the back.

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Who’s who of European football on the trail of in-demand Gareth Bale | David Conn

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The Tottenham midfielder will not be short of offers to move this summer, although he will probably get a better one to stay, too

One of the few certain points in the swirl of speculation about where Gareth Bale’s once-in-a-generation form will take him when his extraordinary playing feats have concluded for this season is that Tottenham Hotspur will hope to keep the 23-year-old Welshman. With Bale expressing himself only through thrilling bursts of speed and last-minute thunderbolts, and his management company, Stellar, not commenting either, the surrounding consensus from scraps of clues is that Real Madrid will try to sign Bale this summer – and he will seize the opportunity.

Always anchoring that prediction are the comments Bale made to the Spanish newspaper AS just before Spurs played the Champions League quarter-final against Real Madrid at the Bernabéu in April 2011, saying of a move abroad: “You never know, but I’m not afraid to leave the country. If a great opportunity arises, you need to seriously consider it. I left home at 15 [to join the Southampton academy]. If I leave the Premier League I’ll learn another language, I’ll know other people, another country. I will grow as a person.”

That has been taken by many since as a signal from Bale that he would relish a move to Real. His then manager, Harry Redknapp, mused that Spurs would have to be paid “an amazing figure” to reluctantly sell their star asset.

Besides the glamour and heritage drawing players to Madrid, Real are also one of the few European clubs who could afford to pay the amazing figure Daniel Levy, Spurs’ chairman, would demand, and the wages Bale would command. Real are Europe’s richest club, their income of €514m (£443.5m) in 2011‑12 exceeding Barcelona’s by €19m, and that of Manchester United, the Premier League’s relentless earning machine, by a full €118m.

Redknapp suggested it would take a fee such as the £80m Real Madrid paid for Cristiano Ronaldo to unlock Levy’s determination, and Real are still thought the club likeliest to indulge in galactic spending with Uefa’s financial fair play rules coming into force. Barcelona made a record €49m profit last year but still had substantial debts, €334m, almost triple those of Real, who owed €125m.

The Bundesliga club Bayern Munich, a burgeoning European force, recorded an €11m profit in 2011-12 on a booming €373m turnover, and are expected to seriously support their new coach, Pep Guardiola, in the transfer market, but extravagance on a Bale scale is not generally expected.

The Premier League clubs with significantly higher income than Spurs – United, Manchester City, Chelsea and even Arsenal – may fancy grasping Bale for themselves, and all could conceivably juggle their resources to balance the books presentably.

Spurs’ Levy, though, would balk more at ceding a player to a Premier League rival than to a choice club overseas. It is part of his determined building of Spurs, while they still lack the new stadium planned to make more cash from fans and bridge the financial gap, that he insists adamantly his is not a selling club.

Spurs point to particular circumstances for the headline players who have moved in recent years: that Michael Carrick wanted to move north and declined a new contract, Dimitar Berbatov was approaching a legal right to buy himself out of his contract, Luka Modric was persuaded to stay another year but ultimately wanted to go.

In each case Levy was a grudging seller, wanting to establish Spurs as a club who keep their top players, and he wrought huge fees, £18.6m for Carrick in 2006, £31m for Berbatov in 2008 from Manchester United, and around £30m for Modric from Real Madrid last summer, having refused to sell the Croat to Chelsea a year earlier.

Bale and his advisers, who will have the likely luxury of grand options in the summer, will point to uncertainties now, including over who will be managing Real Madrid, and say no decisions are being made yet.

In this form and with the Premier League’s likely £5.5bn 2013-2016 television deals beginning in August, Levy is expected to offer Bale improved terms, even though the player’s current contract already runs to 2016.

Whether Bale decides to accept that option, and stay where he is settled and flourishing, partly depends on whether, with his extravagant gifts, Spurs qualify for the Champions League next season. Their manager, André Villas-Boas, acknowledged that earlier this month, when he said of keeping the Welshman: “If we reach our objectives [of qualifying for the Champions League] we can hopefully continue to have Gareth in our club.”

That is one settled aspect of the Bale discussion. When playing as well as any footballer in Europe, he does not want to be excluded from the greatest European club competition. If Spurs do qualify the betting, still, is that he will push to leave.

For now, though, not much is certain about the player’s future, other than a football soaring at improbable speed from Bale’s left boot into the corner of West Ham’s net on Monday evening, and Europe’s top clubs watching covetously.

Possible destinations

Manchester United Sir Alex Ferguson made an offer to Southampton but Gareth Bale joined Spurs. He could follow compatriot Ryan Giggs at Old Trafford

Manchester City City are one of a few clubs in danger of failing to comply with financial fair play. They are likely to focus their targets elsewhere this summer

Arsenal The Gunners’ half-year accounts show there is significant money to spend but a move for their fierce rivals’ best player is unlikely

Real Madrid Favourites to sign Bale to join Cristiano Ronaldo, the player he has been compared with, or as his replacement. Set to be their No1 summer target

Barcelona Dani Alves has spoken of his wish to see Bale in a Barcelona shirt. Possible last-16 defeat to Milan may prompt a shake-up in squad

PSG Another club set to defy FFP, they have spent more than £200m in transfer fees in the past two years and would not balk at Spurs’ demands for Bale

Bayern Munich There have been reports in Germany claiming Bale will be Pep Guardiola’s first signing. Bayern have the finances in place for the deal

Internazionale Long linked with a move for Bale, Massimo Moratti’s club may now lack the financial clout and on-field success to attract the Welshman

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Gareth Bale’s brilliance helps Tottenham renew statement of intent | Jamie Jackson

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Two goals from the man being compared to Cristiano Ronaldo, the second in the final minute, spur the Villas-Boas Project

With this dramatic victory Tottenham Hotspur sent a missive to the other challengers for a Champions League berth next season.

A night that began with a tribute to the sadly departed Bobby Moore, who passed away 20 years ago, ended with Spurs continuing to suggest they are stronger now than under Harry Redknapp, who took them into the European Cup once and was denied a repeat only by Chelsea winning the competition last season.

The Blues’ insipid display in losing at Manchester City 2-0 on Sunday had handed the initiative to Tottenham and the Andre Villas-Boas project was posting a statement to Chelsea, Arsenal, and even City. The message said that they were not going away and that Roberto Mancini’s men could be reeled in from second, where they stand on 55 points, and Chelsea and Arsenal might be shoved into a dogfight for the final Champions League berth.

After this Monday night encounter under Upton Park’s lights Spurs next five league games were Arsenal at home, Liverpool (away), Fulham (h), Swansea City (a) and Everton (h). Factor in the two legs of an Europa League last-16 tie against Internazionale also crammed into the sequence and the challenge was for Villas-Boas’s gang to screw their courage to the sticking place and go on a season-defining run to propel them to Spurs’ highest Premier League finish of second or third.

Prime movers in last term’s fourth position were Luka Modric and Rafael van der Vaart. They have since departed, and Spurs’s opener illustrated the new hierarchy under Villas-Boas (below), Redknapp’s successor, who seeks to move them towards a permanent place in the elite class.

Slick midfield interplay involving the outstanding Gareth Bale, Scott Parker, Aaron Lennon, Lewis Holtby and Mousa Dembélé ended with the latter threading a pass in to Emmanuel Adebayor. Guy Demel became the patsy in the move by intercepting this and hitting the ball straight to Bale.

The player no opposition wants to collect just outside their area, waltzed toward goal to leave James Collins a spectator and fired beyond Jussi Jaaskelainen. This was Bale’s 14th goal of the Premier League season and made him the player who has scored the last five for Spurs in the competition.

“Pretty unstoppable” was Sam Allardyce’s pre-match verdict as the West Ham manager hoped the footballer beginning to be touted as a Welsh Cristiano Ronaldo might have “an off night”.

According to Opta, Tottenham had won only 23 of 95 Premier League London derbies away from home. Twelve minutes after Bale’s first goal West Ham suggested Spurs might not improve this statistic. Parker, who became this manor’s first Football Writers’ Player of the Year in 2011 since Moore in 1964 before he moved to Spurs, clipped Andy Carroll, and the forward stepped up to notch the penalty awarded by Howard Webb.

Received wisdom said Villas-Boas’s mid-season sacking by Chelsea last year would be followed by another dismissal by Daniel Levy, the Spurs chairman. Instead the Portuguese has proved he learned from the clumsy man-management and willingness to pick fights with the press that contributed to his downfall.

He continues to surprise the cognoscenti. The revelation that Villas-Boas has no use for high-powered analysis seemed a contradiction from a manager whose discourse can stray into double-speak.

“I have never used Prozone. I don’t use it because I don’t believe [in it],” he said. “You always have to be very, very careful with statistics. It doesn’t mean that we negate them completely. We have a scientific department that deals with that but we don’t prepare our training or players based on the physical data we get from matches. The mind and how the player feels is much more important for us, rather than statistical data.”

Villas-Boas did not need a computer to see how Steven Caulker (twice) and Adebayor should have given his side a lead before Joe Cole’s sweet finish two minutes after the Togolese missed the rebound from a Gylfi Sigurdsson shot that hit the post.

The tributes to West Ham’s finest player had included the squad wearing t-shirts that bore “Moore” and the No6 that was retired five years ago, and the tender touch of his three grandchildren leading the teams out.

David Gold, West Ham’s co-chairman, told the BBC: “If Bobby Moore had been alive today we’d all have realised he was a great player, a man who won a World Cup, but also a gentleman and an honest man as well. He’d be a superstar today had he not been taken by cancer.”

Moore, of course, would have wanted victory but he would have admired the determination that drove Spurs to equalise through Sigurdsson’s 76th-minute effort and the sublime beauty of Bale’s late, late winner.

Their rivals, too, will take note: this is a different Welshman in a different Spurs team, now.

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Late in life, I have become a convert to the beautiful game | Jonathan Freedland

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I was sceptical about a certain strain of middle-class fan, but now I know the thrill of belonging to the football tribe

II’ve spent much of this week following a leadership crisis, aiming to read every news item and key tweet, calling the odd well-informed source, gripped by the drama of the story. Don’t worry, you haven’t missed some fresh challenge at the top of the Liberal Democrats or Tories – that treat is in the diary for next week, after Eastleigh. No, the crisis I have in mind has been played out on the back rather than the front pages. At its centre is Arsène Wenger, manager for 17 years of Arsenal football club.

Non-football fans needn’t turn the page just yet. Until not long ago, I numbered myself among you. I tuned in for the big international tournaments but stayed indifferent to the rest. Yet steadily, over the last two or three years, I’ve undergone a change. Like the man who waits till middle age to discover rock’n'roll, I have now, in my mid-40s, become a convert to the beautiful game.

Until this transformation, I confess I was sceptical about a certain strain of middle-class football fan, suspicious most of all of political types’ boasted enthusiasm for the terraces. Among the New Labour crowd, I always thought it reeked of faux populism, a pretended connection to working-class culture, equivalent to the Blairite glottal stop and dropped “t”. At best it seemed a pretty lame form of social icebreaker, the permitted masculine form of small-talk before getting down to business. (For Gordon Brown, a genuine Raith Rovers fanatic, football was indispensable. He mistakenly had one national newspaper editor down as an Arsenal fan, beginning every encounter with a long analysis of Wenger’s men, with the editor in question bluffing wildly, too polite to tell the PM he’d got it wrong.)

Now I think I might have judged them all too harshly. The passion was probably sincere, perhaps all the more so because they were involved in high-tension politics, for reasons I’ll come to. After all, I see what’s happened to me. I now read this paper’s football writers almost as closely as I read its political correspondents. I check the New York Times and Haaretz websites as regularly as ever, but now sneak a peak at the excellent Gunnerblog and Arseblog. Arsenal’s fixtures are in my diary; I have found myself organising travel plans around home games. I own a red and white scarf. I have become a fan.

I usually blame my sons. Now aged eight and 11, they became hooked before I did. I encouraged it: Arsenal were our local team, the Emirates stadium within walking distance, and I knew from experience that being a football know-nothing is no fun for boys their age. I took them to the odd match when I could. And when a friend of a friend had season tickets going spare for a year, I took them. (I know: not the best season to start watching Arsenal.)

But those are just the circumstances, not an explanation for what has become a mild addiction. In conversations with those who’ve been at this much, much longer than me, the first reason offered is the simplest one: that football offers a thrilling spectacle rarely matched anywhere else. “It’s all-consuming in a way that theatre, film or fiction can never be,” David Baddiel told me. Remember, Baddiel is now a respected writer of fiction himself, albeit one who admits his devotion to Chelsea is so great that when he sees his eight year old play the Fifa 13 videogame, a kind of Pavlovian reaction kicks in, forcing him to watch – and support – even the virtual, pixels-only version of his team. Baddiel concedes that ballet or dance might offer similar awesome, gravity-defying feats, but not in the same spontaneous, unscripted way – a sequence of moves “that will only ever happen once” and which are, because born of competition, inherently real. Look no further than Sunday’s Capital One Cup final, pitting Swansea against Bradford City, the giant-killers from football’s fourth tier. “You couldn’t script Bradford at a cup final,” says Sunder Katwala, founder of the British Future thinktank and an Evertonian. “It would be too schmaltzy.”

That certainly captures some of the hold the game exerts, but not all of it. Earlier this week Arsenal fan Piers Morgan tweeted that he had spent ten and a half hours on a flight from London to Los Angeles seething about Wenger. Yet Morgan is not short of action in his life, interviewing ex-presidents and the like. Why obsess over 11 men on a football pitch? “Escapism,” was his answer.

Many will identify with that. Plenty of people, grappling with either personal heartache or the cares of the world, find a couple of hours absorbed in football a refuge. I know of several people steeped in the endless, apparently futile search for Middle East peace who stop everything to watch their team – Arsenal, as it happens – even if that means finding an Amman or Cairo cafe with a satellite dish at odd hours of the day or night. It’s obsessive and sometimes painful, but it’s a break from carrying the usual weight on their shoulders. Which is why the football enthusiasm of the New Labour folk was probably real rather than fake: they needed the escape.

Most fans will admit that other, more serious, things are going on in the world. But, as one put it to me, the serious stuff feels remote, separate from their lives. But when they’re at a game, they are part of the crowd, part of the spectacle. This, surely, gets closer to it. Supporting a football team is about belonging to a tribe.

This is what surprises me most about my own new enthusiasm. For I’m not short of affiliations and identities, all of them strongly felt. But now, relatively late on, I have added another one. I might admire the beauty of a Barcelona or Madrid, but it never matches the thrill of seeing my own team score, the kinship I feel with my fellow supporters at that moment.

Tribalism tends to get a bad press, especially when applied to football. Often for good reason: witness the repulsive violence of Lyon-supporting thugs directed this week at travelling Spurs fans, although that episode appears to owe more to an alarming upsurge in French antisemitism than to football. But tribes can be open as well as closed, welcoming in as well as shutting out.

Katwala credits football for much of the change in British attitudes to race. As a boy he remembers being surrounded by fellow fans chanting, “Everton are white”. But as fans saw black players score for their clubs every Saturday, they were confronted with a choice: either drop the racism or stop supporting their team. They couldn’t conceive of doing the latter – and slowly this society changed.

I know I’ve come to this party late. But as I prepare for tomorrow’s game, I’m glad I’m here.

Twitter: @j_freedland

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Tottenham must enjoy brilliance of Gareth Bale while they can | Daniel Taylor

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Hold off the Cristiano Ronaldo comparisons but the Welshman is the closest we have to the superstar of the Bernabéu

It’s difficult sometimes when a player has perfected the art of thrilling crowds in the way Gareth Bale has for Tottenham Hotspur because there is always that nagging sense that sooner or later one of the unflinching facts of football life will catch up with his audience. It is that a player with this devastating quality probably deserves to breathe in more rarefied air and, at some point, will be entitled to leave for new adventures.

Bale has not just been trying to catch and overhaul Robin van Persie as the outstanding performer in English football recently. He has also been accelerating towards the point when he has to weigh up his own ambitions against those of his club. It could be the most pivotal decision he ever makes and, if it is true that Real Madrid and Bayern Munich and possibly one or two others have him on their radar and enough bags of gold to make it happen, Tottenham’s supporters should probably know from previous experience that they might just have to enjoy him while they can.

That is not a slight on a club that is pushing once again for Champions League qualification and acutely aware why so many of their competitors tend to regard the Europa League, with its clunky system and Thursday-night-Sunday-afternoon schedule, with something bordering on disdain.

Bale, all the same, is rapidly establishing him as a phenomenon of the modern game and though it is true, as Arsène Wenger says, that we can be too excitable on these shores and should hold off with the Cristiano Ronaldo comparisons, it is also firmly the case that he is the closest we have to the superstar of the Bernabéu. Bale, too, has that rare quality that means a sense of anticipation reverberates through a crowd whenever he has the ball. Something is expected of him every time.

At 23, the most exhilarating part is that his potential may not yet have fully flowered, but the sight of Bale running with tremendous acceleration and competitive courage to leave opposing defences in chaos is already the most exciting thing there is in English football. The two goals he scored against Lyon were the acts of someone who devises his own rules when it comes to striking the ball. The one against West Brom a couple of weeks ago was an exercise in raw power. At Norwich the lacerating sprint and finish from inside his own half was a combination of supreme balance and speed. That ability to score from any angle or distance takes extreme talent. They are a great player’s goals.

Sooner or later, Bale might have to let someone else have a turn. For now, he could stock a West End bar with all the man-of-the-match champagne that has come his way since the turn of the year. Nobody else in Tottenham’s colours has scored in the past four games. Bale has six, plus one more in the 2-1 win for Wales against Austria. In total, there have been 17 for his club this season. It is not an exact science, admittedly, but without his goals Spurs would be 10th. As it is, they are fourth and Bale has almost single-handedly drawn attention away from the fact that the people above him were eccentric enough, reckless even, to go into the season with only two orthodox strikers – and what that, in turn, possibly says about the true scale of their ambition.

The team’s supporters could be heard recently chanting “you should have signed a striker”, presumably for the benefit of the chairman, Daniel Levy, and they have a reasonable point given that Jermain Defoe is now injured while Emmanuel Adebayor has impeccably maintained his career record of initially playing with great vigour at all his clubs – usually for the first three months – then giving the impression that the moment the referee blows for kick-off is his least favourite time of the week.

It is a deception Spurs should have been aware of, but they did not recruit another striker last summer and their January efforts in this department amounted to a deadline-day move for Leandro Damião of Internacional, trying in a matter of hours to navigate a route through the Brazilian’s part-ownership with Atlético Ibirama, set up a medical and arrange a share of the pot for the small army of agents hanging on his coat tails. Unsurprisingly, the deal disintegrated, but why wait until the last afternoon anyway? They might as well have set off, blindfolded and without a compass, on a hike through the Amazon.

A few months ago, interviewing Bale, he explained that it was Levy’s ambition for the club that had persuaded him to sign a new contract. “He told me about his plans going forward and what he wanted to bring to Tottenham. It was exciting. We’re going in the right direction. We’ve made some great signings. We’ve got a new training ground, we’re planning a new stadium. It’s all looking bright.”

Yet he has also made no secret of his desire to play in a different country, to the point when he has apparently already asked some of the people around him whether they would still work on his behalf if he were abroad. He is on the top whack at Spurs but that is only £75,000 a week, if “only” is the correct word. Another club could double that in the blink of an eye and, while it is fine to argue that maybe he might be the one who breaks the trend and refuses to be seduced by the largest pay packet, back in the real world the bottom line is that wage structure is one of the reasons why Spurs are vulnerable to losing their more cherished stars.

Levy, to give him his due, did successfully repel Chelsea’s advances for Luka Modric the summer before last. Yet Modric dedicated himself to getting a transfer and a year later left for Real Madrid. Martin Jol devised his entire team structure around Michael Carrick but the midfielder could not turn down Manchester United. Dimitar Berbatov was so desperate to make the same move he flew north before a fee had even been confirmed. At the top end of the Premier League, you will never find a supporter who likes to admit their club cannot keep their best players – just ask Arsenal, the club Tottenham measure themselves against the most – but the pattern at White Hart Lane is clear.

In Bale’s case he has the option to continue being the hero of this team, particularly now André Villas-Boas has recognised that the Welshman could be more than just a highly effective and penetrative left-winger and given him the licence to roam inside and create havoc in other ways.

Alternatively, it is tempting to wonder what might have passed through Bale’s mind if he watched Madrid take on United on Wednesday. Carrick and Modric were involved. Ryan Giggs, whose face used to adorn the posters on Bale’s bedroom walls, was applauded on to the pitch with a reverence that told its own story about the Bernabéu’s tastes. It was a night when the Champions League reminded us of its glamour and pizzazz and it would have rendered Spurs versus Lyon as little more than an afterthought until the goals from Bale that brought the latest wave of Ronaldo comparisons and had L’Equipe eulogising about “two masterstrokes”.

Spurs may indeed qualify for the Champions League but Terry Venables was right when he said that, ultimately, Bale might be entitled to want more. A player of this refinement is accomplished enough to belong to a team with realistic aspirations of winning it, rather than just the odd season here and there of sightseeing.

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Gazza saved English football from the doldrums – now he needs rescuing | David Winner

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Paul Gascoigne’s footballing genius brought infectious joy and tears to a downbeat English game that was crying out for change

Seeing pictures of any man in mortal danger and prematurely aged by drugs and alcohol is harrowing. That the haggard face and stricken expression belong to Paul Gascoigne, the former man-child whose footballing genius once brought us joy, stabs us with distress. It’s hardly surprising to hear that a collection of England players and FA bosses have collected £40,000 to help towards his hospital costs.

But it is probably hard for anyone under 30 to appreciate exactly why Gazza was so significant and loved.

Rodney Marsh, one of the entertainers of the 60s and 70s, called English football “a grey game played by grey people on grey days”. By the late 80s the game was incomparably worse, blighted by hooliganism and traumatised by the mass deaths of Heysel, Bradford and Hillsborough.

And on the field the English game was Hobbesian in its ugliness: nasty, brutish … and long. The tactical orthodoxy of the day, based on the theories of Charles Reep, a former accountant at RAF Bomber Command, demanded that midfields be bypassed and penalty areas blitzed with long balls. In half-full stadiums disfigured by fences, individuality and artistry were being squeezed from the game. Then along came Gazza.

There had been British footballing artists and showmen before, some of them, like George Best or Hughie Gallacher, doomed by alcoholism. But Gazza, irrepressible of spirit and blessed with extraordinary skills, seemed different.

On the field, first at Newcastle, later with England, Spurs, Lazio and Rangers, he was a surging, exhilarating phenomenon. At his best he slalomed past defenders, sprayed precision passes and shot explosively from unexpected angles and distances. And he did it all with infectious glee.

For a whole generation of fans he was simply the most appealing and captivating English football player they had seen. He could be crass but he could also be anarchically funny, playfully giving a referee a yellow card, celebrating goals with outpourings of childlike emotion or striking his famous Roman emperor pose.

Gazza was a key figure at Euro ’96, when he scored a sublime goal against Scotland. But his and English football’s defining moment was the 1990 World Cup in Italy.

Across the globe that tournament is mostly remembered for its dreary and cynical football, especially the gruesome final between West Germany and Argentina. For the English, though, thanks to the genius in the number 19 shirt, the event was transforming and sublime. It still evokes a glow.

Gascoigne inspired the team to the semi-final and was brilliant in that match as England outplayed the Germans only to lose tragically but romantically on penalties. Gazza’s tears that night touched the nation. Football was magical and popular again. The lovable Geordie easily won the BBC Sports Personality of the Year award. In retrospect his tears could be seen as evidence of psychological frailty, but no one read it that way at the time.

Even the title of Ian Hamilton’s 1994 book Gazza Agonistes, which touched on his drinking, nervy insecurity and the trauma of a traffic accident that killed a childhood friend, referred mostly to football pain: Gascoigne had almost destroyed his career with a crazy tackle in the 1991 FA Cup final and was often injured.

For all that we now know of his later suffering and illness, it’s still impossible to watch footage of him in his prime without smiling.

Later, foreign artists for whom Gazza paved the way such as moody Eric Cantona or cerebral Dennis Bergkamp seemed mysterious and remote. But to most fans, the Gazza who belched into TV cameras or boozed with Jimmy Five Bellies, was unmistakably, definitively “one of us”.

Oddly enough, during his three years in Italy, Lazio fans felt exactly the same way, adoring his skills and his emotionality. On the Curva Nord they chanted a tribute in English to the uncomplicated-seeming icon of northern masculinity: “Gazza’s boys are here / Shag women, drink beer”. Gazza is still loved in Rome.

It’s possible, of course, that football in England would have found a way in the early 90s to heal itself and change its image without Paul Gascoigne. But it’s hard to picture.

In a dark time, he provided light. Let’s hope something or someone can do the same for him now.

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West Brom unravel as Goran Popov red card crowns dismal week | Stuart James

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Memories of West Brom’s bright start to the season are fading as Goran Popov’s moment of madness adds to Steve Clarke’s problems after the Peter Odemwingie saga

It would be fair to say that West Bromwich Albion have had better weeks. If the sight of Peter Odemwingie parked up outside Loftus Road on deadline day, shaking hands with supporters of a club that he would never join, bordered on the ridiculous, the image of Goran Popov aiming a mouthful of phlegm at Kyle Walker represented madness of a completely different kind.

Throw in two league defeats, against Everton and Tottenham Hotspur, and Albion will be glad to see the back of the past seven days.

Popov’s despicable behaviour, two minutes into the second half, earned the Macedonia left-back a deserved straight red card and changed the course of a game that had been in the balance up until that point. Having tangled with Walker near the byline, Popov needlessly became embroiled in a verbal exchange with the England international that culminated in him spitting in his direction. Mark Clattenburg was perfectly positioned to witness the incident and the referee had no hesitation in sending off Popov.

With Steve Clarke left with little option but to withdraw Romelu Lukaku and replace the striker with Liam Ridgewell, Albion’s attacking threat diminished and there was a sense of inevitability that Spurs would eventually find a way through at the other end. Gareth Bale duly delivered the winning goal, the Welshman’s brilliant strike leaving Clarke to pick up the pieces from a chastening afternoon that also included an unsavoury incident involving Jonas Olsson, who appeared to gesture angrily at the Albion fans following a misplaced pass in the second half.

Although Clarke said he never witnessed Olsson’s reaction to the crowd, the Albion head coach made no attempt to conceal his anger with Popov, the 28-year-old defender who is on a season-long loan from Dynamo Kyiv. “The game changed with the sending off. I’m absolutely disgusted with Goran’s behaviour. One of the group has let the players down,” Clarke said.

“There’s no excuse for that. There’s no place for it in life, never mind on a football pitch. I haven’t had a one-on-one discussion with Goran, we spoke about it after the game as a group. I would like to think that at some stage he will apologise.”

Popov, who will automatically receive a three-match suspension, will be disciplined internally, with the left-back set to be fined the maximum two weeks’ wages. On the back of Odemwingie’s antics, it was just about the last thing Clarke needed. “To be honest, it’s been a difficult week for us,” he said. “I’m angry today because I thought it was a game where we could get a positive result to get us back on an even keel. That’s why the events at the start of the second half are so disappointing for us because we felt this was a chance to get our season back on track.”

Instead, Albion were left to lament the continuation of a worrying run of form that is fast erasing the memory of their excellent start to the season. This latest defeat means they have picked up only one point from a possible 18 and won only two out of their last 14 fixtures in all competitions.

As well as the poor results, Clarke must decide how to deal with the headache that is Odemwingie, who was not in the squad for the Spurs game, on the back of the QPR fiasco, but will need to be reintegrated at some point, in part to protect his transfer value but also to restore some penetration to Albion’s forward play.

In the meantime, the Nigerian seems to be keeping himself busy as Albion’s unofficial club spokesperson. In a bizarre twist, in keeping with a rather surreal week at The Hawthorns, Popov later apologised for his conduct, via Odemwingie on Twitter.

“Just had Popov, the Albion man, on phone,” Odemwingie tweeted. “He is not on twitter but asked me to pass a message to Albion fans that he is sorry for the red card, sorry for letting the team and the fans down. All players worked very hard and his mistake cost the team three points. What happened to Goran happens once in years. He was the player of the month last month. That’s life. Ups and downs.”

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Manchester United nullified Gareth Bale but forgot about Aaron Lennon

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Phil Jones was selected to help contain the Welshman but space opened up on the other flank

To understand Manchester United’s cautious strategy at White Hart Lane, think back to their 3-2 defeat by Tottenham at Old Trafford in September. Then Spurs had terrorised the United back four with powerful dribbles from deep positions – Mousa Dembélé provided bursts from central midfield, Jan Vertonghen motored forward to open the scoring but Gareth Bale was inevitably the principal threat with surging runs on the ball. Therefore United’s entire approach was intended to prevent André Villas-Boas’s side attacking quickly into space.

Whereas Sir Alex Ferguson ordered high pressing against Liverpool last weekend, here they stood off, defending deep and ensuring there was little space in behind their back four. There was little space in front of it either, at least towards Bale’s flank. His dribbling ability was the reason for Phil Jones’s surprise involvementJones sat patiently in front of the defence, right-of-centre, always in a position to help Rafael da Silva deal with Bale. The Brazilian has fared well in one-against-one situations against the Tottenham winger over the past couple of seasons – Bale’s goal at Old Trafford earlier in the season coming when the Welshman charged directly at the centre of United’s defence.

Jones’s positioning here prevented that possibility, as he subtly ushered Bale down the flank, where Da Silva’s good defending meant it took Bale an hour to deliver a decent cross. As Bale became frustrated at his lack of space, he wandered into the centre of the pitch, away from both Jones and Da Silva.

That, in itself, was evidence that United’s approach had been successful: Bale’s experiments with a central role last season came after he complained about being double-marked, especially in home games, but he does not possess the all-round ability to thrive from a starting position in the centre, particularly as United remained so deep and compact.

United, however, by focusing on Bale, left gaps for others to exploit – Clint Dempsey, for example, was afforded too much space. There was one glaring example in the second half, when he wandered through the centre of the defence before being denied by David de Gea – Nemanja Vidic had moved across the pitch to track Bale’s run, leaving a hole in the visitors’ defence.

But the major beneficiary was Aaron Lennon, located on the opposite side to Bale. He dribbled at Patrice Evra, forcing the Frenchman into a couple of fouls that saw him booked before half-time, making him reluctant to challenge the Spurs winger after the break. Lennon could duck inside under no pressure and became increasingly threatening with his final ball – he set up a fine chance for Jermain Defoe who was thwarted only by Rio Ferdinand’s last-ditch block, and was fittingly the man to tee up Dempsey’s equaliser.

United were seconds from victory but had invited continual pressure without offering the counter-attacking threat that vindicated previous defensive-minded performances this season. With their focus on Bale, combined with Lennon’s crucial contributions, United’s lack of flying wingers was conspicuous: Ashley Young is injured, Nani is out of favour and the substitute Antonio Valencia has been poor in recent months. United only managed two attempts on target, their lowest figure of the season, primarily because they did not have men to carry the ball forward on the break to create chances – Ferguson needed the type of threat he had been so determined to prevent Tottenham showcasing.

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André Villas-Boas improves with age and gives Spurs something to savour | David Hytner

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The Tottenham Hotspur manager is forming friendships and thriving away from the suffocating environment at Chelsea

André Villas-Boas’s selection of a favourite red shines a light on more than his sense of refinement. “There are superior wines but the one I enjoyed most was Château Phélan Ségur 1986,” the Tottenham Hotspur manager says.

“You get satisfaction from wine not only from the quality but from the event, surroundings and the people.” In other words, Villas-Boas can savour individual excellence but he does not obsess over it. It is the environment, the harmony of the collective, that is of importance to him.

The philosophy has underpinned everything that Villas-Boas has attempted in his two seasons in English football, although it is a matter of record that it did not work at Chelsea last time out, when his approach jarred with a hierarchical dressing room and a club where power struggles are a way of life. It felt like a mercy on at least one level when he was relieved of his duties last March, having been ground down.

Intense experiences leave their mark and it is possible to see Villas-Boas as wiser for the chastening, a changed man perhaps, as he shapes his revival across London. The portrait had become unflattering at Stamford Bridge, with some players complaining that he would keep them in the dark over team selection and generally not give them the respect they deserved.

The perception built that the 35-year‑old Portuguese was arrogant. When the story broke last June that Tottenham were primed to give him a second chance, in place of the sacked Harry Redknapp, there was a whispering campaign driven by individuals who had found themselves rubbed the wrong way by Villas-Boas at Chelsea. The gist was that the Tottenham players would hate him. Was the club really sure about this appointment?

They were, and the early signs have been that the chairman Daniel Levy’s conviction was well placed.

Villas-Boas was charged with handling a transitional period at the club, which included the detail of the move to the new training ground in Enfield: there were concerns that the switch from Spurs Lodge might have an impact and require adjustments but they have proved unfounded.

More significantly, Luka Modric had forced his transfer to Real Madrid; the mighty Ledley King had retired and the fan favourite Rafael van der Vaart had moved to Hamburg, although that was Villas-Boas’s decision. Throw in injuries to Younès Kaboul, Benoît Assou‑Ekotto and Scott Parker, which have led to the trio barely featuring, together with the handover in goal from Brad Friedel to the summer signing Hugo Lloris, and Villas-Boas has fielded a radically different XI over the first half of the season to the strongest side under Redknapp.

A new team, with new signings, needs time to settle and the situation at Tottenham has been compounded by the desire of Villas-Boas and his new coaching staff to implement their ideas in training and a fresh style in matches. Whereas Redknapp was quick, direct and often swashbuckling, Villas-Boas is more controlled, possession-based and probing. His team wait for their moment. It is chess to Redknapp’s battleships.

And all the while, Villas-Boas has had to keep Tottenham up where they want to be, in the Champions League places. Ahead of Sunday’s home fixture against Manchester United, they can reflect that they are sitting rather prettily.

Villas-Boas’s man-management has been an eye-catching feature of his six months in charge and he has succeeded where he failed at Chelsea in the implementation of a meritocracy. His near-pathological impulse to treat everybody the same, from the club captain to the cleaner, has gone down well, making him popular and, crucially, stoking the fires of fair competition within a talented squad. If you train and play well, you will be picked, regardless of reputation.

Villas-Boas made the point forcibly when he stuck with the in-form Friedel during the opening months, making Lloris battle and bide his time before he won his place but there are other examples. Jermain Defoe began brightly and, despite the return on a permanent transfer of Emmanuel Adebayor, last season’s main man, he kept his place. Steven Caulker and, more recently, Kyle Naughton have enjoyed their rewards.

“You want to know that if you are playing well and you are training well, you will be in the team,” Caulker said. “I think AVB has brought that in. It’s not nice when there are favourites.”

Michael Dawson stands as the monument to Villas-Boas’s openness and willingness to have his mind changed. The club captain was told by Villas-Boas that he would enter the season as the fifth-choice centre-half and, as such, it was probably better that he left. Tottenham accepted an offer of £9m from Queens Park Rangers for him yet Dawson chose to stay and fight. His attitude in training has been exemplary and Villas-Boas has now recalled him to the Premier League team.

“He was pretty much honest and said he couldn’t guarantee me games,” Dawson says. “I respected him for that. But he has never once left me out there. He’s been great. Everyone has opinions and, hopefully, I’ve changed his opinion now. He speaks to me on a regular basis and when I wasn’t playing, it was the same.”

Dawson is a lovely bloke but it is nonetheless remarkable to hear a player who was ushered towards the exit by the manager describing him as “great”.

Talk to staff at the club about Villas-Boas and the picture forms of a likable and engaging guy, who is interested in them and has the capacity to bring everybody together.

His prioritising of team spirit saw him take the players out for dinner in New York, during the pre-season tour, and do so again in London at Christmas time, together with the coaches, medics and kit-man. He does not deal in the extremes of emotion after matches, not even the 3-2 victory at United in September, which has been the highlight thus far. He treated it as a normal win.

Defoe is obviously a fan. “It’s difficult for André because he was at Chelsea and things weren’t great there,” he says. “Everyone’s looking at him. Even before the season started, a lot of people were doubting him. What he has done so far has been brilliant. All the lads love him. He’s got great ideas. He’s really organised.”

Villas-Boas’s attention to detail is meticulous, his sessions are sharp and everything has a carefully calibrated purpose. When his team were shipping late goals, he said he “increased the complexity of the tasks the players have been doing at the end of training” to promote concentration. That was in mid-December. They have not conceded a late goal since.

Villas-Boas can seem like the kid who is really good at Championship Manager and the criticism is that he over-thinks and changes for change’s sake. He simply hopes that his rotation will allow Tottenham to stay the course this season, rather than run out of steam in the closing months, as they have done for the previous two.

Has Villas-Boas truly changed from Chelsea? It is more likely that he has found a more receptive workplace and a job that is a little less impossible. United’s visit offers his latest reference point.

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London clubs again on track to take remaining Champions League places | Amy Lawrence

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Chelsea, Tottenham and Arsenal appear set to fight it out for the Premier League’s third and fourth spots

London in the summertime. The season is about to commence. Roberto Di Matteo, Champions League conqueror, is plotting his first full season at Chelsea. Arsène Wenger is trying to ride out the storm of Robin van Persie’s departure and pins his hopes on some fresh international arrivals and an apparently fully fit Abou Diaby. André Villas-Boas is starting afresh under a different kind of scrutiny – still sceptical from outside but hopeful from within – at Tottenham Hotspur. Sam Allardyce is back on the Premier League beat, ready to ruffle some feathers. Mark Hughes has bought in bulk at Queens Park Rangers. Harry Redknapp, in between London appointments, is cracking jokes about how Sandra wishes she could get him out the house. And the idea that Rafael Benítez would rock up at Stamford Bridge is risible enough to make John Terry eat his own shorts. Oh.

It is hardly a shock that so much can shift in the football landscape over a few months. But perhaps the most surprising change of all is the quiet reinvention of Villas-Boas. He looked wiser, happier, more comfortable in his dugout as he greeted Harry Redknapp at the weekend. Some people tried to build up a head of steam about this particular meeting, but it was no sweat for Villas-Boas. The goalless draw might not have been perfect, but overall, the ride at White Hart Lane at the moment is smooth. Content. There is so much less tension around the Portuguese these days. Who would have predicted, back in the summertime, that he would be the London manager arguably under the least pressure come the cold and unforgiving January slog?

This time last year, when Redknapp was in situ at White Hart Lane, there was a similar sense of optimism. The Spurs faithful lulled themselves into the kind of excitement they cannot help diving into, even though experience has taught them to tread carefully. The business of what happens next for Villas-Boas is an issue that feels loaded with significance for Spurs. Can he inspire a counterpoint to the discord that accompanied the second half of the season under Redknapp?

Exactly one year ago the table had a familiar feel to it. The two Manchester clubs were tussling at the head, while three London contenders were tucked in behind occupying positions three, four and five. Tottenham were in such composed form the question of which camp they were really in – the title race or the grapple for the Champions League position – was debated. In pursuit, Chelsea and Arsenal had endured their problems but history suggested they had the knowhow to haul themselves back onto Europe’s top table.

This term, although Everton’s encouraging first half to the season cannot be ignored, the high flyers from West Brom and Swansea bring a breath of fresh air, and Liverpool are showing signs of improvement, the odds remain strongest on the top four positions being divvied up in similar fashion: a Manchester champion and a Manchester runner-up, while the London teams scrabble for third and fourth.

If it is even half as absorbing as the way events unfolded last season, it will be worth watching closely. Spurs cannot easily forget how from a position of strength the team’s implosion, and Redknapp’s uncertain future, contributed to each other’s deflation. Chelsea went on their unforgettable European odyssey, and picked up the FA Cup, but couldn’t clamber higher than an uncomfortable sixth in the Premier League. Arsenal somehow pulled themselves together to finish an unlikely third. The final twist came as Chelsea’s greatest night bumped Tottenham into the Europa League.

Now, despite the peculiar atmosphere clouding Chelsea’s Benítez era, the squad has more than enough quality to lead the chasing pack. Two home games in the next few days could help them to consolidate, with a game in hand against Southampton preceeding the visit of Arsenal on Sunday.

It is Wenger’s team who, again, look under the most strain at this stage. This month presents them with a daunting set of fixtures – their schedule is bloated by extra midweek business with an FA Cup replay against Swansea on Wednesday night, and a re-organised Premier League fixture against West Ham a week later. Sandwiched in between is that trip to Stamford Bridge. Last season that was a fixture that brought them hope, as they won a helter skelter contest 5-3. Robin van Persie scored a hat-trick that day.

Wenger remains bullish about Arsenal’s prospects of another of those top four finishes he values as a trophy. “We are in there. Of course we are,” he said in the aftermath of the wounds that were partly self inflicted against Manchester City. Arsenal need a lift, but Wenger remains reluctant to look to the transfer market to provide it. He is adamant that he can find all the answers from within. Perhaps he can, but it looks like a substantial gamble. After all, banking on his team to re-qualify by winning the Champions League would be an even longer shot than Chelsea’s last season.

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Why Fifa’s war on diving is blighting referees and the game | Paul Wilson

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The Gareth Bale debacle proved that referees feel pressured into guessing whether players are cheating

Fairly high on most people’s wish lists for football in 2013 would be for something to be done about simulation, or diving.

The issue is not going to go away. It has been around at least since the mid-sixties, which is as far back as this correspondent can remember first hand, though it never used to blight the game as much as it does at present. Some would tell you that is because of the influx of foreign players into the English game, preferring to believe that our honest product has been tainted by association with blatant cheats who roll around in agony at the hint of contact and are encouraged to deceive the referee at every opportunity by dastardly, unscrupulous coaches; others would point to a long list of British names with a reputation for serial simulation, some of them well-established and otherwise highly thought of, and conclude that we Brits can dive and cheat with the best of them.

None of that is going to change. If you can gain an advantage from trying to fool the referee there will always be players willing to try. If more players are at it than used to be the case it is probably the price the game has to pay for cleaning itself up so successfully. Contact is almost a dirty word now, whereas if you watch footage from before the 1990 World Cup you will see that contact was the name of what used to be an unrecognisably dirty game. You would have had to jump pretty high in the air in the black and white era to convince a referee you had been illegally kicked or challenged, since you were being kicked more or less all the time and referees were prepared to tolerate it. Nowadays, with the game much faster and even minimal contact frowned upon, players are encouraged to go down if they feel a clip because otherwise the referee might not have noticed a foul had been committed.

Part of today’s problem is that all contact is deemed illegal, not least by the player who feels it. To take the most recent example, the Gareth Bale incident in Tottenham Hotspur’s game at Sunderland, replays established that Craig Gardner had banged him on the knee, so Bale would have felt within his rights to go down. Whether he had to go down is a different matter, it was hardly the wildest challenge you will see and Bale might have been better advised to stay on his feet and try to score, but only the player knows how much he was knocked out of his stride. The referee, without the help of all the slow-motion replays, could only hazard a guess, which is why it seemed such an injustice when Bale was booked for a dive. Injustice was then piled upon injustice when Bale incurred a suspension for a fifth booking, with three of the sequence relating to diving, and then it was suggested that as Bale had a reputation for going down easily, booking him for simulation was a much easier call for Martin Atkinson to make than awarding a penalty against the home side.

Here is another part of the problem. The real reason Bale missed the game against Reading on New Year’s Day was through the law of unforeseen consequences. When Fifa launched its anti-simulation initiative a few years ago and encouraged referees to caution players for diving, it probably imagined that after a number of players had been exposed as cheats and suffered the consequences the practice would fall out of fashion. That has not happened. On the contrary, the diving issue is bigger news than ever, with controversies in almost every game. Even in the Sunderland-Tottenham match, by far the worst dive went unpunished. “The referee made a big mistake in booking Gareth Bale and it is beginning to look a bit like persecution,” André Villas-Boas said. “Jermain Defoe did a dive in the first half and the referee didn’t do anything.”

The best option for the referee, in hindsight, would have been not to do anything about the Bale incident either. If he didn’t feel it was a penalty he didn’t have to give a penalty, but he seemed compelled to take the view that if it wasn’t a penalty it must have been a dive, and act accordingly. Instead of viewing the situation as a coming together of players that did not necessarily warrant drastic action, Atkinson appeared pressurised by his own guidelines to decide whether it was one thing or the other. So he ended up, on fairly scanty evidence, branding Bale as a cheat who deserved punishment. And Bale ended up with a ban and an even bigger reputation as a diver to take into the next match and the next referee.

It ought not to be this way. No one but Bale knows the extent to which his cautions for diving have been deserved, but the point is that referees cannot know either. They are only guessing, and having to guess whether players are cheating or not is making the current situation worse. Not only is the Fifa war on simulation not working, it is showing unexpected and undesirable results. Referees should be booking players only for obvious dives, not that there are ever many of those. They should stick to making up their minds whether a foul has taken place and leave the subject of impugning players’ honesty to television panels with their endless replays. If Atkinson had refused Bale the penalty and told him to get on with the game it would still have been clear he was unimpressed with the claim, after all. Bale would not have been happy, but in a way he would have been given the benefit of the doubt. A reasonable compromise, one would have thought. Much better than calling someone a cheat when an area of doubt existed.

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Premier League: 10 talking points from the midweek action

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Liverpool and Tottenham are entertaining but incomplete, United have as goalkeeper touched with genius on the bench and more1) Work in progress x 2So much to admire during yesterday’s Tottenham-Liverpool match, yet in a way that added frustration to an…

Harry Redknapp and Rafael Benítez are opposites in a ruthless world | Daniel Taylor

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Redknapp appears an obvious fit to sort out the QPR mess but the same cannot be said for Chelsea’s interim managerNot too long ago, one of Mark Hughes’s signings for Queens Park Rangers went to see the manager in his office and decided to lay it on the…

Emmanuel Adebayor selection rebounds on Tottenham in Arsenal drubbing | David Hytner

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André Villas-Boas’s hope that starting the striker against his former club would give him added motivation backfiredAndré Villas-Boas’s comments from his Thursday press conference proved prescient. As the Tottenham Hotspur manager hinted that he was …

Premier League: 10 talking points from this weekend’s action

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Arsenal are riding a see-saw, Javier Hernández is elbowing himself to the front and Micah Richards may need to rethinkBerbatov unbalances Arsenal see-sawIt was only at the beginning of last week that Arsène Wenger had voiced his concerns at his team’…

Real Madrid’s Luka Modric: from Balkan warzone to the Bernabéu

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Former Tottenham playmaker has had a shaky start in Spain, but the trials are nothing compared to those in his early lifeAfter initial plaudits that came his way, Luka Modric’s career at the Bernabéu seems to be off to a rocky start. He remained on th…

Arsenal’s eye-watering ticket prices acceptable only to the committed | Barry Glendenning

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Wailing about value for money makes little sense when some fans are willing to make such long journeys to watchSnarling aggression, the clinical finishing of Gervinho, a rapturous Emirates welcome for Ashley Cole and some Basil Fawlty‑esque touc…

Europa League: Liverpool draw an intrigue and Tottenham an old friend | Amy Lawrence

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While Liverpool must travel to Dagestan, Newcastle play nearer home but how much do managers really care about this competition? At least Paul Gascoigne may make an appearanceSuch is the Europa League’s loaded schedule, the big issue for most managers …

Exit Luka Modric but will Tottenham send a big-money message of intent? | Amy Lawrence

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The only way for Daniel Levy to combat the scepticism around White Hart Lane is to be audacious and ambitious between now and the closing of the transfer windowThe way in which Tottenham crafted their notice about the impending sale of Luka Modric was …