I had the pleasure of sitting only twenty yards away from Jurgen Klopp yesterday and I can confirm that to the naked eye he looks completely human and mortal, despite the hype that the barely literate Liverpool-loaded media are heaping upon their new Messiah. I don’t dislike Klopp, in fact I think he’s wonderful, but his appeal is significantly tarnished by his association with a club whose delusions of grandeur are on a par with those of Kanye West. To those of us under forty years old, Liverpool are just a club who fluked the Champions League once and nothing more.

All this makes yesterday’s draw even more frustrating. Liverpool started with a very high pressing game that they couldn’t sustain, Spurs first kept the Liverpool attack at bay and then gradually grew in confidence and moved to provide an attacking threat (albeit with limited creativity). Our defence is looking immense at the moment, Toby and Jan rival any centre back pairing in the Premier League and Lloris is looking vital, moody and awesome as ever. The defence, however, is not perfect. Kyle Walker gallantly refused to come off with an injury, probably noting that once Trippier replaces him once he will do so for the rest of the season. Walker’s touch left a lot to be desired when under only moderate pressure and his decision making is still utter tripe.

In front of the back four, Dier’s suspension could have resulted in a lack of a muscular presence in midfield… but Dembele wasn’t shy of putting in the tackles and, much to our surprise, a hell of a lot more.

Demebele. Man of the match. Drink it all in. What a time to be alive. The man had a blinder, gliding around more players with a drop of the shoulder or a cheeky jink in that ninety minutes than he did in the whole of last season. Initially, Dembele slipped into his backwards passing routine with more fluency and greater ease than a rugby player; then he started passing it forward and the beast was (almost) unleashed. Well done Moussa – keep this up and you’ll stay ahead of Harry Winks in the pecking order. Even if that means you are still the fifth best central midfielder in the Tottenham squad, this just serves to show how much depth we currently have at our disposal. That said, Moussa Dembele was a a chink of light in a match that didn’t really live up to expectation.

The game was played at pace, yet quality was in short supply. Liverpool were physical to the point of being dirty on more than one occasion and the officials misjudged a couple of flash points, infuriating the already tense home fans. Despite a seven match unbeaten run in the league, there is a sense of anxiety at the Lane at present. This usually dissipates when Spurs score – but therein lies the rub, with the exception of the Man City game, goals have been in short supply. Kane looks frustrated and knackered, able to score for England but not for his club. I’d like to see Clinton N’Jie play up front against Anderlecht on Thursday to give Harry a rest. The Cameroonian had a shocking first ten minutes after replacing Chadli early on yesterday but once he had gained his composure he had a solid game, giving us more pace and retaining possession well. He had two decent shots too. Trust me Poch, Kane will be grateful for the chance to relax and play a bit of X-Box with his Labradors. It’s either that or we get Adebayor back in on loan…