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Even by Tottenham Hotspur’s standards, Saturday’s defeat at QPR completes one hell of a capitulation. I say ‘completes’ with a month of the season still to go because for us, the season is over. It’s as over as Barcelona’s, but without the guarantee of...

Semi-final. The second half of that phrase should carry the most significance. You’re one step away from the big one, its proximity made all the more tangible by the semi-finals being played at the same venue. But for us, the significance of that phrase...

Dejected. Dispirited. Downcast. Disbelieving. Drained. And Spurs weren’t that great either. After encouraging signs in the previous two games, the Easter weekend brought us one dour, measly point from a very attainable six – and that coming against a...

Was it really seven weeks without a league win? Was it really seven weeks ago that we forcibly ejected the Geordies from their house, manhandled them all the way to their local branch of Northern Rock and demanded that they withdrew money, before roughly...

‘You missed, Mr Bond.’ ‘Did I?’ We might have been playing it as smoothly as Bond, but we certainly weren’t scoring like Bond as we entered the latter stages of last night’s quarter-final. I’m sure I wasn’t the only one fearing the worst. After all, we’ve...

Restrained. Cagey. Nervy. This season, many of our visits to the so-called big grounds – the first half at St James’, the first half at Eastlands, both halves at Anfield – have been characterised by a level of caution that flies (very carefully) in the...

Meek and shivering, you emerge from a dank, decrepit, overcrowded bombsite of a dressing room after an awkward 15 minutes of tripping out of your school uniform and into your games kit without accidentally catching an unwanted glimpse of your neighbour’s...

It’s got to be one of the most frequently-asked questions among football fans, especially when things go wrong. You wonder what the point is, whether all the time, money and emotion you invest could be better deployed in another, less hurtful pastime....

So many questions. Why such a slow start? Why so flat, so shapeless and so aimless? Why was Bale on the right AGAIN? Why didn’t we shift him across to his preferred side earlier? Why didn’t we start playing until it was almost too late? After we finally...

After a third minute comedy penalty conceded by Admiral Nelson, a horrible injury to Daws and another niggle for Lennon, our decision (correct as it goes) to start a strong side against Stevenage was backfiring with abandon. In fact, it looked for 25...