Even Swedish journalists thinks it's soon over for Ange.
It's translated by AI (because I'm too lazy)
"Soon it will probably be over, Postecoglou
England Blog
Coaches can sometimes maliciously claim that journalists and fans don’t understand football. Sure, if we compare knowledge about running lines in the final third, it would be extremely strange if a professional in their field wasn’t at the forefront there.
The problem?
Football isn’t just about running lines in the final third.
Sometimes, some coaches would probably benefit from understanding the perspective that “everyone else” has on football too. There isn’t just one way to look at things, and every now and then, the solution might actually lie in the simple.
Another thing we on “our side” know: getting into a confrontation with your own fans is rarely a good idea. It never really seems to work.
More often than not, you’re done for.
I have defended Ange Postecoglou tooth and nail. Thought he’s been given shitty conditions by his club, had an injury hell to deal with. Believed that the miserable season would eventually turn around – as long as he gets time.
Time he has been given. Injuries have decreased. Conditions have improved a bit.
But no turnaround has come.
On the contrary. Gradually, everything has just gotten worse and worse.
The Tottenham team he built last year is gone. Everything has collapsed.
And there’s nothing left for Postecoglou to blame anymore.
The identity has gradually disappeared, and somewhere along the way, the players have lost themselves in their coach’s fumbling. There’s just no foundation at all to stand on. No fundamentals, and no security to lean on.
The team is fragile. The players look helpless.
Wolverhampton barely needed to make an effort to score in Sunday’s 4-2 victory. Instead, Spurs kept giving one gift after another.
The defeat to Wolves said a lot: Spurs are lacking a lot. Too much, to be honest.
The warning signs have been there for a long time, but it’s only now that I see an end. That something needs to happen. Because parallel to the sporting disaster on the pitch, Postecoglou has engaged in a dangerous battle off it.
He has, on one hand, clashed with the media and started questioning everyone who questions him. Apparently, you’re not allowed to have opinions about someone who has worked on something for a very long time, just because that person has had their job for a very long time.
Strange logic. Oh well. You do you, Ange.
But above all, he has clashed with his supporters.
Fans sang mockingly that he didn’t “know what he was doing” when he substituted Bergvall for Sarr in the derby against Chelsea a couple of weeks ago. When Sarr shortly thereafter scored (later disallowed by VAR), Ange turned to the fans and put his hand behind his ear.
“What was that you said about me? Ha, did someone say something?”
Ice cold.
Well, Ange, what do you think you’re going to gain from that, really?
I can answer how it will turn out: he won’t win anything. It’s a battle he is certain to lose.
Maybe he needs to understand that perspective on football too. You only win fans and their trust in one way: by winning matches. If you’re in the process of losing your fans’ trust, you can only regain it in one way: win matches.
Acting superior gets you nothing. It only puts you in an even more vulnerable position if things don’t go your way and makes you an even easier target for criticism.
Exactly that has happened.
Now Postecoglou stands here after a directly embarrassing loss to Wolverhampton. Supporters have reason to genuinely wonder if he actually knows what he’s doing at the moment. Because it doesn’t really seem like it, actually.
He seems to have lost himself. The team has followed the same path.
Everything has just gone wrong.
And now I see an end.
It can’t continue like this. It can’t be this heartless, not this hollow.
Postecoglou only has one chance to save his job, and that’s by winning the Europa League. But I’m not even sure that’s enough of a guarantee for him to remain in charge of Tottenham next season.
No. It’s probably over soon, Ange."