Maybe Ange isn’t there yet. Maybe he never gets the chance. Hours earlier, BBC journalist Sami Mokbel reported that despite delivering Tottenham’s first trophy in nearly two decades, the club is already eyeing a replacement. Crystal Palace’s Oliver Glasner, an Austrian, leads the shortlist. In true Spurs fashion, stability remains a rumour, not a fact.
Still, for now, Postecoglou is the man of the moment. The architect of a cup win that didn’t just end a drought; it reset the spirit of a club and a community.
Tottenham Hotspur fans show their support as the bus arrives.Credit: Getty Images
“What the history books say is we’re the Europa Cup winners and it doesn’t say how we did it,” he said.
This corner of working class north London has long lived in the shadow of inequality. A postcode where housing estates lean against shiny new towers. Where immigrant families have stitched together a cultural tapestry – Jews, Muslims and Christians – from Nigeria, Turkey, Jamaica, Albania, Somalia, and beyond. Where opportunity is too often a fight, and resilience isn’t a virtue – it’s survival.
Supporting Spurs in this landscape has always been an act of defiance. A belief passed from grandparent to grandchild like a family heirloom: chipped, weathered, but never discarded.
People like 78-year-old Kathleen Sleap, who stood near Lansdowne Road with a photograph of her late husband – the man she met in the stands in 1965. “He would’ve loved to see this,” she said. “We won something for the first time in ages.”
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By the time the bus reached the stadium and the players took the stage, the sun was beginning to slip behind the rooftops. The trophy was raised once more, music blared, and confetti fluttered over the crowd like ash from a bonfire of old disappointments.
Whatever happens next – whether Postecoglou stays or the club pivots yet again – the people of Tottenham will remember this May day. The one where belief was vindicated, the drought was broken, and the song rang louder than it had in a generation.
Outside the stadium, shadows stretched across the street as confetti drifted like spring petals. Music thundered. From pavement to rooftop, a rare unity swept across Tottenham – something deeper than sport.
The long-suffering were finally victorious. The overlooked rediscovered their voice. And the club, the community, and all who had never lost faith, including a Greek migrant from Melbourne, stood as one.
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