There’s no shame in losing to Juventus. The Champion’s League finalists two out of three years; a side who have won their domestic league for six seasons in succession — a side currently unbeaten in 21 games (the longest run in Europe’s top five leagues, no less). They’ve only conceded four goals in that period, three being registered by ourselves. They’re no mugs, Juventus. So why does this defeat rankle? Is it because of the inevitable backlash from rival fans that Spurs are the “perpetual bottlers”, or perhaps that the trophy wait lumbers on? No, it goes beyond that. The biggest penitence is that the Old Lady were there for the taking. The Italian giant was like a veteran, champion boxer on the ropes, ducking and weaving our punches. We were winning on points, landing small jabs here and there but nothing significant. Then, as the bout approached its final stages, the European heavyweight lands two plum on our chin. We’re out for the count; the bell rings. Glory for The Black and Whites, anguish for The Lilywhites. Did experience tell, or did it come to down to chances not taken? Last night’s loss will be dissected in numerous fashion. That Juventus were more experienced, streetwise even. That defensive errors cost us again: Dier failing to track Higuain in the box, or Davies playing Dybala onside. Many will herald it as an Allegri masterclass, that Pochettino was taken to scuola by his counterpart. But that would be a simple misdiagnosis: it’s the final third where the illness lies. Over the two legs we had 35 shots on goal (12 on target) and averaged 60 per cent possession, yet it’s the Italians who advance. It’s the perfect example that “dominance” in a football match counts for nothing if you don’t have anything to show for it — and I’m talking goals. We were perhaps the better side over 180 minutes, but four Juve goals in 10 minutes has us rueing another European exit at Wembley for the second year running. You could call it “Spursy” (a term I despise) but it’s nothing of the sort. It’s one of the oldest clichés in football: if you don’t take your chances, you will be punished, even more so if facing one of the prize breeds in world football. Giorgio Chiellini ruffled a few cockerel feathers in his post-match interview last night, but he encapsulated it perfectly: “Tottenham have always created many chances to score — but they miss always something at the end.” And what we’re missing is the clinical edge that champions have. The difference between good teams and great teams is that great teams turn dominance into goals; and goals into wins. The reason why many-a-pundit wax lyrical over Man City and Liverpool is because their attractive style has substance, they win by four or five, even six. They put teams to the sword at the first opportunity. It’s an observation as sharp as Occam’s razor, but goals don’t just win games — they kill the opposition’s morale. A side could have less than 30 per cent possession, not record a single shot on target, and their keeper peppered to the point of exhaustion. But if the scoreline remains 0-1 with minutes to go, they’ll still have belief they can get something out of the game. And isn’t it Pochettino who always says “football is all about belief”? Take the north London derby for example. A 5-0 scoreline in our favour wouldn’t have told the true story. Yet we missed chance after chance, effort after effort, allowing Arsenal to grow in confidence: they knew they were still alive, barely breathing, but still alive. Fortunately for us Lacazette squandered a chance at the death that Sandra Redknapp would have buried. Last night, Higuain and Dybala made no such mistake. Yes, we’re a young side. Yes, we’re still learning. But the same questions will continue to pursue Pochettino and Spurs if the ending remains the same. The game is about glory, after all, and we really are in touching distance of it. Now all is left is for us to finish the job.