Where are the lemons, the talk of quasi-spiritual forces? How about the holding of hands in the dressing room, a little visualisation? Or the booming out of You’ll Never Walk Alone in training before a trip to Liverpool?
The urge is irresistible, when picking over the early months of Ange Postecoglou’s Tottenham tenure, to look for the big secret and the more off-the-wall the better. Something like how one of his Spurs predecessors, Mauricio Pochettino, saw things in citrus fruit and universal energy. Or Mikel Arteta at Arsenal and some of his more unusual motivational moves. Because what has happened at Spurs since Postecoglou’s appointment in June is faintly ridiculous.
