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As their fans once again head into disgruntled meltdown, it’s hard to think of a fanbase more perpetually disillusioned — or deluded — than Tottenham Hotspur’s. A few months into Thomas Frank’s tenure and already the murmurs have begun: the football isn’t expansive enough, the style is too pragmatic, the “Tottenham way” apparently being betrayed once again.

The problem, of course, is that nobody can quite define what the Tottenham way actually is.

For all the talk of free-flowing, attacking football and romantic ideals, Spurs have spent most of their modern history as plucky nearly men — good enough to flirt with success but rarely built to sustain it. The supposed golden eras that fans pine for exists more in folklore than in fact. Even under Mauricio Pochettino, when Spurs came closest in recent times to something resembling greatness, the story ended without a trophy. Before that, you’re trawling back through decades to find anything that even looks like dominance.

And yet, each new manager inherits not just a squad, but a fantasy — the expectation of high art and high achievement rolled into one. When Ange Postecoglou arrived, he was hailed as a visionary, a purist who would finally marry performance with glory. Within a year, he was derided for tactical naivety and failure to compete with the elite. Before him, Conte was too fiery, Mourinho too cynical, Nuno too bland, Pochettino too soft. The list of scapegoats grows longer, but the pattern never changes.

Now Thomas Frank finds himself next in line. A coach admired for turning Brentford into one of the best-run and most tactically astute sides in England, already being told his football isn’t “Tottenham enough.” Which begs the question — what is Tottenham enough? Is it the flowing football of the early Pochettino years? The grinding consistency of Conte’s system? The dare-to-dream chaos of Postecoglou’s brief peak? The truth is, Spurs fans seem to want it all, and every manager eventually pays for that contradiction.

There is, buried deep in the club’s psyche, a nostalgic yearning for a utopian past — a period when Spurs supposedly played beautiful football and won trophies while doing it. But the cold reality is that such a period never really existed. Tottenham’s last league title came in 1961, long before most of their fanbase was born. Since then, they’ve been serial contenders for the “best of the rest” award, the romantic nearly club of English football.

The irony is that Spurs are, in many ways, victims of their own self-image. They see themselves as a sleeping giant when history suggests something smaller but no less noble — a club of moments, not dynasties; of flair, not dominance. And yet every time reality collides with expectation, the manager takes the blame.

Thomas Frank, like so many before him, may soon discover that at Tottenham, success is defined less by trophies or progress and more by how well you live up to a myth that never really existed. His win today against former side Brentford will ease the immediate pressure…for now.