He s not the Messiah, he s a very naughty boy. Or at least it seems that more and more people are questioning the way the Life of Juande is heading as our start continues its drift from disappointing into full-blown disastrous. Of course winning a cup,

He's not the Messiah, he's a very naughty boy."

Or at least it seems that more and more people are questioning the way the Life of Juande is heading as our start continues its drift from disappointing into full-blown disastrous.

Of course winning a cup, beating Arsenal emphatically and Chelsea impressively, earns you an awful lot of goodwill. Which is just as well, because in the seven months almost to the day since the magic of Wembley, the three lonely league wins we've notched up haven't done much to swell the brownie point coffers further.

Sunday's stalemate even brought the first mutterings of the ex-manager's name in sporadic chants. Those who felt Martin Jol was harshly treated will no doubt be heard more and more if we don't see a reversal of our fortunes soon.

Not surprisingly it's up front where we are struggling, and nobody could be surprised after the summer's events. It may be blasphemy to some, but we need to get right back to basics, delivering balls into the box at every opportunity and giving ourselves chances to get something - anything - into the net.

Something scruffy will do fine, and hopefully we can grow some confidence and develop from there. For at the moment while dominating possession we look as toothless as a newborn, and about as threatening. What will Sunday bring?

Well you can guarantee one thing more or less. We'll see a familiar striker find the net, and the calls for another old boy will be heard loud and clear.

It's the law where Spurs are concerned and it doesn't bode well for improving our situation any time soon.