Something curious is happening in London N17. True, it's a bit disconcerting. But I'll admit, it's quite enjoyable.


For years, perhaps a couple of decades, we Spurs fans have been conditioned or have conditioned ourselves to a perpetual state of fatalism. We've had good cause. If something could go catastrophically wrong it would do, and it will happen to us (or we will do it to ourselves) in the most excruciating and public way - from Lasagne to substitutions of Berbatov and Lennon at the Bridge when coasting to a win, from minding the gap and then choking on it to managing to lose to Pompey in an FA cup semi-final, from assembling talented squads only to sell our best players and replace them with last minute loanees, from finishing fourth but somehow missing out on Champions League qualification due to a newly enacted rule change and flukey Chelsea win in the Champions League final (actually I could spend the whole Blog listing the catalogue of self inflicted and imposed suffering).... all these, in their collective sense have entered the modern footballing lexicon: Spursy.

Some will have you believe that 2015/6 was another manifestation, I've always disagreed with that analysis. We over-performed with a wafer-thin squad, we secured automatic Champions League group stage qualification with our highest ever Premier League finish and average points per game total and we sustained a title chase until the final two weeks of the season.

Unlike the lot down the road, we were not top of the league only to disintegrate. We were always in the chasing pack, and when the emotional bubble of that chase had been burst with a draw at home to West Brom - what followed was not Spursy but mental lactic acid. Once the prize was no longer attainable, the intensity couldn't be maintained, the levels dropped and so did the results.

What I love about this team - and in common with many, perhaps most, other supporters we really do love this collective - is their ability to learn, to adapt and very rarely if ever make the same mistakes twice.

Put bluntly, I just don't think Mauricio and this cohort of players and backroom staff does that type of Spursy any more. Or perhaps it's more accurate to say that this Spurs group, this manager, are redefining Spursy in to a euphemism for never say die, never give up, always fight until the last moment.

The mental strength that this group seems to have drawn from last years experiences is clear. They are evolving in to a group that doesn't tolerate defeat, that knows how to get the job done, even if they have to wait until the 90th minute and then some to do it. They believe in themselves and each other and they trust the method.

When I finally drew breath after the late late show at the Liberty Stadium, and after a breathless post-game debrief with one of those friends who helps define my relationship with the Club, the emerging analogies with Ferguson's United were clear.

Pochettino is building that same inner belief, that core of young home grown talent, that pride in the club, respect for each other - the essential ingredients of what can be distilled down to "winning mentality". A mentality that is so all pervading that utterly key individuals can miss large swathes of the season and the team simply ploughs on forward. Kane for example may well still win the golden boot despite missing a third of the season! 

No-one can predict the future and the winning of trophies can never be guaranteed (not even with Gulf Oil or Russian raw material billions) but the method is sound, the proof of its results is there for all to see (most Premier League points in 2016 and 2017, meanest defence, retention of key players etc) and finally, after an all too long wait, the Club is back undeniably at the top table of English football. And it's being done in the Spurs way, with respect and a nod to its heritage to style.

The heartbeat of this evolution is without question the manager (he's magic, you know!) and if Spursy were still a thing then it would be par for the course for Pochettino to head out of Hotspur Way in the summer before the wrecking balls have finished laying waste to White Hart Lane.

Normally we Spurs fans would be so concerned by this possibility that we'd be in crystal ball gazing meltdown, but no one I know is. Not even when the media spun the links to Barcelona.

It feels like there is a project, his project and he intends not just to start the job by putting a solitary domestic trophy in the cabinet.

You have the sense that it's history he wants to make and he might well have found the place to make it.

Of course, there is every chance this blog will come back to haunt me when catastrophy strikes in the coming weeks, but allow me these moments of indulgence, and perhaps just go with me on emotional journey of what a world without Spursy might mean.

Jonathan Adelman is a season-ticket holder at Spurs, and also co-manages North London Raiders B in the MGBSFL

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