Thomas Frank is closer to the sack at Tottenham Hotspur than he has ever been, and it now feels like only a matter of time. The mood around the club is toxic, the patience of the fans is gone, and the football on display offers almost no reason to believe things will suddenly improve. For many supporters, the conclusion is already clear: Frank is finished.
Tottenham fans have endured a lot over the years, but even by their standards, this season has pushed them to the edge. The breaking point for many came in the humiliating 4-1 defeat to Arsenal in the most recent North London derby.
It was not just the scoreline that hurt, but the manner of the performance. Spurs played with fear, sat deep, showed no ambition, and were still ripped apart with embarrassing ease. What made it worse was that this came only weeks after a dreadful 1-0 loss to Chelsea, a game that should have served as a clear warning. Frank learned nothing from it.
That Arsenal match summed up everything fans now hate about this team. Tottenham looked timid in their biggest game of the season and somehow managed to be both passive and defensively awful.
They were torn apart by Eberechi Eze, a player who had barely made an impact in almost every other league game this season. When opposition players suddenly look world-class against you, it is usually a sign that something is deeply wrong.
Instead of responding, Spurs sank even lower. A poor defeat to Fulham followed, with another lifeless display. There were brief flashes of false hope with narrow wins against Brentford and Slavia Praha, but those results proved meaningless almost immediately.
Nottingham Forest, managed by Sean Dyche, smashed Tottenham 3-0 in a result that stunned even the most pessimistic supporters. The performance was flat, disorganised, and completely lacking belief.
Even after a rare bright spot with a win over Crystal Palace, Frank’s side failed to build any momentum. Just days later, Spurs crawled to a 0-0 draw against Brentford in a rematch that felt like a punishment to watch.
While there have been worse results on paper this season, few games have summed up the problem more clearly. Tottenham were sloppy, slow, and utterly toothless. There was no urgency, no creativity, and no sense of risk. It looked like a team playing not to lose rather than trying to win.
The reaction from the travelling supporters said everything. These fans spent their hard-earned money only to watch their team waste time against Brentford in a goalless draw.
During the match, chants mocking Frank rang out, with references to Martin Jol and even Eric Dier, before loud boos greeted the final whistle. That level of frustration does not come overnight. It builds when fans see no progress and no plan.
What makes it worse is that Frank’s football is not only boring, it is ineffective. The games are dull, slow, and predictable, yet Spurs are still getting worse results than last season.
The so-called pragmatic approach has delivered neither entertainment nor success. Instead, it has drained the life out of the squad and the fanbase.
This is especially damaging when you remember why Frank was hired in the first place. Tottenham made the bold decision to sack Ange Postecoglou despite winning the Europa League, believing Frank could take that success and push the club forward in the Premier League.
That gamble has failed badly. Spurs look further away from being competitive than they did before, and the league form has regressed rather than improved.
The Brentford draw was the final straw for many. Seeing Tottenham line up with three defensive midfielders against a mid-table side spoke volumes about Frank’s mindset. It was cautious to the point of cowardice, and fans have had enough. Even those who tried to stay patient and reasonable are now calling for change.
Right now, there are no positives to cling to. There is no identity, no excitement, and no sign that Thomas Frank has the answers. When the football is dull, the results are poor, and the fans have turned, the end usually comes quickly. At Tottenham, it now feels inevitable.
