The record books will show that Chelsea won it when Nicolas Jackson, who had spent much of the night finding new and mysterious ways to miss easy chances, slid a low shot past Guglielmo Vicario in the 75th minute.
Really, though, it was necessary to go back to the start to understand how Tottenham lost their unbeaten record, failed to return to the top of the league and allowed Mauricio Pochettino to find the first signs of weakness in Angeball, punishing that daring high line via the simple tactic of repeatedly kicking the ball into space for Raheem Sterling to attack.
At times it was like watching an overexcited toddler experience a sensory overload. For 15 minutes Tottenham played with giddy abandon, their football wild and free, Chelsea pushed to the limit by Ange Postecoglou’s side.
An early goal for Dejan Kulusevski, who scored when Chelsea’s midfield evaporated into thin air, had hinted at a glorious win. It could have been 2-0 when Brennan Johnson beat Reece James and teed up Son Heung-min, only for the tightest of offside calls to give Pochettino a chance to readjust and look for a way to fix the shambles threatening to ruin his big night.
If anything, though, Spurs were guilty of having too much fun. The alarm bells rang before Son’s disallowed goal, Pedro Porro almost gifting Chelsea an equaliser when he butchered an ambitious crossfield pass. Lads, is that Spurs? Are they actually going to mess this one up?
They were. To recap, by half-time Spurs had contrived to lose the lead, their best player and both of their centre-backs, and could have been down to nine men. Postecoglou, whose high-wire act was playing into Chelsea’s hands, had been booked. Gary Mabbutt and Ledley King were coming on to play in central defence. Pochettino had thought about offering to fill in at the back, before remembering he manages Chelsea now. It probably would have sent the wrong message.
Rarely has there been a sillier half of football. Spurs, whose pre-match refusal to acknowledge Pochettino had suggested they might try to play it cool, had lost their heads. They had enjoyed near misses, Destiny Udogie somehow avoiding a red when he launched two-footed into Sterling, but the implosion was coming. Spurs, who have been so thrilling to watch under Postecoglou, could not keep their emotions in check.
They were not mature enough. Spurs needed someone to read the game, someone to calm them down. Instead they had Cristian Romero, their world champion centre-back, kicking out at Levi Colwill on the right touchline. It was too wild, too frantic, and it was easy to see Chelsea taking control, the midfield of Enzo Fernández, Conor Gallagher and Moisés Caicedo recovering from a torrid start and gradually controlling matters.
The equaliser was coming, even though it needed a lengthy VAR check to establish that Romero’s challenge on Fernández was a red card and a penalty. Spurs had lost their shape and discipline. Caicedo’s shot had been ruled offside and Micky van de Ven almost felled Sterling with a clumsy swipe. Chelsea’s collection of kids, level through Cole Palmer’s spot kick, were in the unusual position of being the more measured team.
Everything proceeded to go wrong for Spurs before the break. Johnson, who was dangerous on the left, was sacrificed for Eric Dier. James Maddison pulled up with an ankle injury. Van de Ven raced with Jackson and pulled a hamstring. Emerson Royal came on to play at centre-back.
This is why Spurs are unlikely to mount a concerted title challenge. They were naive, going down to nine men when Udogie picked up a second yellow for fouling Sterling early in the second half. At that stage, though, it was Chelsea’s turn to infuriate their manager. Their finishing was farcical and, at one point, Pochettino was standing in his technical area with his arms outstretched, asking Marc Cucurella why he had just blasted a free kick straight out of play.
Give Chelsea their due: they were as funny as Spurs. Robert Sánchez and Axel Disasi misplaced simple passes. Colwill tried to get himself sent off. Cucurella whacked a free kick out of play just for the hell of it. Jackson missed so many chances that Postecoglou reckoned a back four of Porro, Dier, Royal and Højbjerg would be capable of playing a high line.
The ploy was brave, bold and doomed. Chelsea would break the trap when James played Sterling through to tee up Jackson. Spurs, who almost conjured equalisers through Dier and Son, had done it to themselves.
They play without fear and were applauded off but this was a reminder they are a work in progress. Jackson grabbing a hat-trick in added time felt incidental. Postecoglou has to assess what went wrong when Spurs were winning.