Nottingham Forest took a huge stride towards safety by beating us 3-0 in north London, and if that sounds bad, it was somehow worse to sit through. What was billed as a basement battle ended with Forest climbing out of immediate trouble and Tottenham sinking even deeper into it, which is not really the sort of role reversal we had in mind when the season started.
The result lifts Forest three points clear of the drop zone and sees them leapfrog Spurs into 16th. We are now left sitting just one point above the bottom three, which is the kind of sentence that should only appear in retro documentaries about the late 1970s, not in a modern match report featuring a billion-pound stadium and a squad assembled at enormous cost.
Naturally, this latest collapse only increases the pressure on interim manager Igor Tudor, who has now been in charge for seven games and already looks like a man who has accidentally taken responsibility for a small fire that has spread to the entire building. His record is grim, the mood around the place is worse, and this defeat felt like one of those results that changes the temperature entirely.
There was even a bit of added sting in the involvement of Morgan Gibbs-White, because of course there was. Spurs failed to sign him last summer in a saga that ended with Forest threatening legal action, and seven-and-a-half months later he turned up to score against us in a result that may yet have serious consequences at the bottom of the table. Very Spurs, really: can’t sign the player, then can’t mark the player either.
In truth, the opening spell gave a faint impression that we might actually be up for it. Tottenham started with some purpose, moved the ball reasonably well, and had Forest looking mildly uncomfortable. There was pressure, there was noise from the crowd, and there was the fleeting, dangerous feeling that perhaps this team still had enough life in it to drag itself somewhere safer.
But because this is Spurs in a relegation scrap, all that pressure led to absolutely nothing, and the first meaningful breakthrough went the other way.
Igor Jesus, who had earlier almost gifted us a goal by turning the ball onto his own crossbar while defending, made amends in first-half stoppage time when he nodded Forest ahead. It was a proper gut-punch of a goal, not just because of the timing but because it landed in a match we had largely controlled without ever looking particularly convincing. That is our special talent at the moment: having possession, having territory, having the crowd with us — and still looking like the likelier side to implode.
Before the interval, Mathys Tel hit the bar as Spurs searched for an instant response, and for a brief moment it felt like the game might still be salvageable. But the second half brought the usual collapse in structure, confidence and basic defensive awareness.
Forest doubled their lead after 62 minutes, and the ease of it was almost offensive. Callum Hudson-Odoi cut the ball back, Gibbs-White was left unmarked in the area — which, to be fair, is one way of showing respect — and his effort somehow went through Guglielmo Vicario’s hands. It was the sort of goal that drains a stadium. You could almost hear the hope leaving the ground row by row.
That was the moment the mood turned from anxious to funereal. Some fans headed for the exits, which was understandable. Others stayed to boo, which was also understandable. Most of us probably just sat there wondering how a team with this much talent has become this fragile, this disjointed and this alarmingly comfortable with disaster.
Lucas Bergvall had a chance to give us a route back into it, only to slice wide, and that felt like the final cue. There was no comeback, no late rally, no glorious chaos — just more punishment. Taiwo Awoniyi added a third with three minutes left, putting a cruelly emphatic gloss on Forest’s win and reminding everyone that, at present, Spurs are capable of making opponents look clinical, composed and entirely at ease.
The numbers now make for horrible reading. Tottenham have not won in the league since 28 December. We have lost six of our last seven Premier League matches. Tudor has lost five of his seven games in charge and has taken just one point from five league fixtures. This was supposed to be the bounce, or at the very least the stabilisation. Instead, it is starting to look like the club has wandered into a relegation fight and only just realised the door has locked behind us.
That is what makes this result so damaging. Forest arrived having not won in the Premier League for two months, yet they looked calmer, clearer and more resilient. Once they survived the early pressure, they rarely seemed troubled. Their game plan was simple, their execution disciplined, and unlike us, they looked like a side that fully understood the stakes.
For Forest, this could be enormous. Vitor Pereira finally has his first Premier League win since arriving in February, and his side now have genuine momentum. They had already shown signs of life in narrow defeats to Liverpool and Brighton, plus a draw at Manchester City, and this performance suggested a team with belief and bite. Add in Thursday’s penalty shootout win over Midtjylland to reach a Europa League quarter-final against Porto, and there is suddenly real optimism around them.
For us, there is mostly dread.
Spurs were cheered on before kick-off and booed off at full-time. The team began with energy but faded badly, and once adversity struck, heads dropped with terrifying speed. Two home league wins all season — against Brighton and Brentford — tell their own story. This was not a freak result. It was another chapter in a season that is drifting from disappointing into historically embarrassing.
So where do we go from here? Officially, there are seven games left to save our Premier League status. Unofficially, there is a growing sense that every week is now an exercise in testing just how much collective football trauma one fanbase can reasonably absorb.
Next up, Spurs travel to Sunderland on 12 April. Forest, meanwhile, head to Porto in Europe before hosting Aston Villa in the league. One of these clubs looks like it has found belief at the right time. The other is us, which usually means the next few weeks will be utterly unbearable.