Newcastle 2-0 Tottenham: Eddie Howe's side CAN fight on all fronts, writes CRAIG HOPE - as yellow Spurs' cup run goes down like a submarine
The Carabao Cup has a way of energising Newcastle’s seasons, but it’s the fizzy stuff at the end of it they’re addicted to now.
That is why this victory was roared home with even greater relish than the recent wins over Benfica and Fulham, completing a trilogy of home triumphs across the Champions League, Premier League and the competition for which they are holders.
Over four campaigns they have lost just once in the Carabao Cup from 19 matches, and that was defeat in the final in 2023. They corrected that in February with victory over Liverpool at Wembley.
This has become Eddie Howe and Newcastle’s favourite platform. After 70 years waiting for a domestic trophy, those bubbles can be intoxicating.
But it’s not just the road to Wembley that keeps them motoring, it’s the knowledge that Champions League qualification has ran parallel to both of their appearances in the final. There is something about a cup run in these parts that stokes the imagination. It acts like a page-turner, maintaining intrigue, interest and possibility.
For all of the debate about priorities given the proximity of those three home matches, the past week has returned the verdict of Howe and his players - we’ll try and win the lot.
When you have a midfielder like Sandro Tonali - an Italian of style and substance - and a striker in Nick Woltemade who has now scored six goals from six shots on target, winning becomes a whole lot easier. Howe will hope that three in eight days forms a habit.
For Spurs, meanwhile, the colour of their shirt was reflective of their application. They wore yellow and went down like a submarine. And playing away was supposed to be the strength of Thomas Frank’s new-look side.
It had felt like 1-0 to the visitors in the battle of the team-sheets, an arbitrary contest that only really matters on domestic cup nights. But Newcastle, with eight changes, would not have named this XI for a Premier League match. Spurs, with four, looked stronger and more recognisable.
And yet, when said battle switched from paper to grass, it was they who looked nothing like the team who have the top-flight’s best away record this season.
There’s an old adage about sides not putting their boots on. Well, Djed Spence wore his, he just hadn’t tied the laces properly. So when he asked for time to tighten his boot as Newcastle prepared to take a corner on 24 minutes, the hosts weren’t best pleased about waiting.
They gave him a few seconds to form the bow, but his absence from the goalmouth when Tonali swiftly delivered left Spurs in knots. Fabian Schar took advantage of his match-up against Richarlison to climb and head in.
They did improve slightly, but the man their supporters had booed before kick-off - former Arsenal goalkeeper Aaron Ramsdale - had the last laugh. He made a string of saves during a period when Frank’s men belatedly threatened parity. That rally expired when Woltemade headed Newcastle’s second in the 50th minute.
One observation of the £69million German - let’s not call it a criticism just yet - is that he does not touch the ball enough in the penalty area. It is hard to tell if that is his doing or a fault of the team around him. Either way, Woltemade’s response would surely be that every time he does, it ends up in the net.
And so, with his first effort of the evening, he steered a close-range nod from Joe Willock’s cross into an empty goal. He didn’t even have to jump, given his 6ft 6ins frame was too much for the fist of Antonin Kinsky to overcome.
It was a lame effort by the Spurs goalkeeper, and the defending of Kevin Danso - pinned beneath the scorer - was not much better.
The result was never in doubt thereafter. It seldom is when Newcastle play in this competition. They are now two ties from a third Wembley outing in four years and, with a taste for what awaits in the capital, you would not back against them making it there.
The home fans sang about their team 'never being defeated’ on full-time. In the Carabao Cup, that has become as good as factually correct.