Spurs' success has Thunder, Wolves, and Pieces in 3-way tie on West

Newcastle put the cat among the European pigeons with an absolute demolition of Spurs, easily the most humiliating experience the North Londoners have had at St James’ Park for almost a year.

 The uplifting news for Prods fans is that it was still 0-0 after 21 minutes this time. You're actually pondering the terrible news, right?

That truly was thrilling from Newcastle. Ostensibly a preferable execution over last year's marginally shocking destroying of a side at its extremely least ebb. This was unique: this was a group set up and conveyed to explicitly manage one that represents an extraordinary arrangement of difficulties. Furthermore, they did it impeccably. You'll hear (and read, here as much as elsewhere) a huge amount about how totally wretched Prods were, and that is fair enough since they were totally that basically, strategically, and exclusively. However, Newcastle were the specific inverse.

Prods' football generally rides a line between dauntlessness and stupidity, yet it takes boldness of an alternate kind to confront them. Newcastle have recently shown every other person the specific method for playing this Prods group in the event that they were still in any uncertainty. Their midfielders overwhelmed the center of the recreation area, denying Fate Udogie and Pedro Porro any of the space in which they unleashed destruction. However, in doing that, Newcastle never took their eyes off the conspicuous risks presented out wide by Timo Werner and Brennan Johnson, or all the more so by James Maddison and Child Heung-min. Newcastle's players were prepared for Prods' irregular going-after designs and choked them out.

None of those Spikes players played well; however, not even one of them was permitted to. With no simple source for the going-after players, Prods were over and over again and too effortlessly seized in going-after positions, and that permitted Newcastle to hit them with counter-assault after counter-assault.

 What made this most great was that Newcastle were without a large group of best-option players in protection and midfield, regions where all the spadework for this presentation would be required. However, the back five and midfield sets of Bruno Guimaraes and Sean Longstaff were excellent. All had explicit tasks to take care of to frustrate Prods' strangeness, and after two or three early alarms, they did so effortlessly that actually no opposite side has dealt with this season.

 Fabian Schar scored the fourth objective, which was a fitting presentation capper for a real man claims on man-of-the-match respects in spite of the more attractive movement happening at the opposite finish of the pitch.

The remainder of Newcastle's guarding was tirelessly outstanding—pparticularly a thing that has not forever been the case this season—yyet Schar was the way to everything. So frequently, it was his head, or his foot, or his maneuvering that cut Spikes down and set Newcastle on their way once more. Prods could sensibly have been supposed to pose more troublesome inquiries of their hosts; however, Schar had each and every response he required.

He had more captures (four), clearances (five), and impeded shots (two) than any other individual on the pitch.

 However, we should not imagine the genuine stars of this weren't to be found at the opposite end of the pitch for Newcastle. There was a ton of exceptionally commendable preparation and establishment building happening behind them; however, that would all have counted for far, undeniably less without Harvey Barnes, Alexander Isak, and particularly Anthony Gordon adding some eminent final details.

Each of the three was splendid, yet Gordon was the reasonable champion. He made the first, harrying Udogie to win back belonging previously, with quiet accuracy, selecting the run of Isak and scoring the second minute after the fact, having first accurately expected Porro may be going to accomplish something moronic and afterward putting Micky van de Ven on his rollerblading arse for the second time quickly.

 Gordon was totally the impetus for this Newcastle execution and win, impeccably exemplifying all that the methodology requested, from the all-activity squeezing and harrying to pursuing the right choices once the bustling work had yielded its prizes. In any case, Isak was the surgical tool. He took the principal objective superbly, and the third was never in uncertainty. From the second, he left a confused Van de Ven stopping and attempting to recall the standards. Van de Ven is extremely quick, yet he isn't quick enough from a standing beginning against Isak, who again allowed Vicario no opportunity.

Poor Micky van de Ven. Any reasonable person would agree that his third Head Association role may be one that waits longer for him than the others. Having limped off harmed at 1-1 against Chelsea when the chat was just barely starting, the main past Spikes rout this season in which he'd played anything like a full job was the 2-1 misfortune to Wolves.

He unquestionably assumed a full part in this one. We made the Dutch place back our player to watch this end of the week, and as it were, that was right, right? He was unquestionably worth watching. Particularly for devotees of Droll Sham. We can't imagine our thinking was that he planned to get destroyed two times in the principal half (according to our observation, a larger number of times than in his other 20 Chief Association appearances joined) prior to failing to remember that a striker can't be offside from their own half right off the bat in the second.

Having spent the season being the wellbeing net that permits Spikes' turbulent, high-wire football to pretty much work and one whose nonattendance has seen a few horrendous tumbles, Van de Ven was likely qualified for one terrible day. Yet, this was a staggeringly terrible day.

There were a lot of additional prominent guides to be found for Spike's weakness, yet at the same time, maybe not a more critical one. Child Heung-min had a hopeless day. The best groups follow the case of their chief, and the Spikes positively did that today. He was unpardonably messy, time and again losing ownership—oor all the more precisely, having it taken from him—iin promising positions. Two of those events drove inside the space of seconds to the ball being in Guglielmo Vicario's net.

Apparently, the most reduced synopsis of this game came generally late on. The challenge was long over by this point; however, Newcastle were not going to dabble the slightest bit with the blueprint that had conveyed them to that point. Prods saved the ball for what felt like 15 minutes yet was presumably, truly, a simple six or seven.

Never during that time did they at any point give the smallest clue that they had a thought of how to manage it or how they could approach arranging a way through, around, or over Newcastle's safeguard.

When Newcastle got the ball back, they hurried forward greedily and could have scored twice within about 15 seconds before having to settle for yet another corner.

Corners. While we're regarding the matter,. Something else we want to discuss. Since spikes protect them horribly and have done so for some time now,. It cost them focus at Everton and might have prompted a significantly more humiliating scoreline here. They must take care of this issue. They have in Vicario a'manager basically ideal for their style of play, yet something is turning out badly from corners. He is too effortlessly confined by a solitary rival player, excessively handily closed off, and avoided the activity. This is to some extent obviously a Vicario issue, however there should be something else to it besides that. No other 'manager gets themselves so habitually both without help and diminished to a traveler from set-piece circumstances.

The secret was the means by which, given Newcastle did all the other things right the entire evening, it took them until the 87th moment and their sixteenth corner to really score from one of them at last.