It is the way of English football that when a man like Ange Postecoglou comes along and dares to do things a little differently, there are those who lust for his downfall.
They had scented his blood as darkness fell over north London yesterday and Postecoglou’s Spurs side faced the prospect of losing for the fifth time in six matches.
If Spurs had been beaten by Newcastle and the freefall had continued, there would have been talk of a crisis, more suggestions that Postecoglou’s brand of attacking football was just too naïve for the Premier League and that he had been found out.