There was very little hope before kick-off. A fool's hope at best. Maybe Paris St-Germain would be so relaxed after watching our capitulation at the weekend that they would turn up wearing Christmas jumpers and holding a glass of wine, so we could catch them out like we did in the summer.
And for 50 minutes, it looked like we had fooled them again. Spurs found something sorely missing from the north London derby: passion, drive and their shooting boots.
The midfield trio of Pape Sarr, Lucas Bergvall and Rodrigo Bentancur passed the ball to each other. They looked well-drilled and, just as we were thinking that Thomas Frank had stumbled upon a system, our masks were whipped off by the European champions and Spurs became the same ragtag bunch that were thrashed at Arsenal.
A sloppy penalty, a gift and a fumble at a corner put the Parisians out of sight despite Randal Kolo Muani doing two-thirds of Gareth Bale at the San Siro.
So, where does this leave Frank?
Of course, there is a caveat that PSG and, begrudgingly, Arsenal, are two of the strongest teams in Europe at the moment. However, a second heavy capitulation in a week leaves serious doubt about the Dane's ability to manage this group of players.
Individual errors are something that have haunted every man who has stepped into the Tottenham dugout. This was a mixture of sloppiness and tactical naivety. We left world-class players free to shoot at will. The edge of Spurs' penalty area has become a happy hunting ground for anyone capable from long range.
Tottenham had started the game focused and energetic, but as their batteries started to run low, gaps and mistakes appeared. By 70 minutes, they were a different team from the one that went in front twice.
Losing to PSG is not an 'end-of-days' scenario. The team, despite their faults, gave it their all, but it may be a foreshadowing of what is to come. Fulham at home is suddenly a six-pointer and all the other cliches.
Frank needs to find an identity, other than energy, because right now, we are a team that plays as the wind blows. We could be good, but we are mostly messy.