Craig made his senior debut for Premier League side Spurs in their 4-1 victory against Leeds on the final day of the 22/23 season
Former Spurs captain Hugo Lloris believes a "restriction in terms of investment" while building the new Tottenham Hotspur Stadium contributed to a lack of trophies in his final few seasons in England.
The French World Cup winner spent 12 years with Spurs but, despite helping them reach the Champions League final in 2019, did not lift silverware at the club.
"I am not the kind of guy that looks backwards," the now LAFC goalkeeper told BBC Sport chief football news reporter Simon Stone.
"Everything I do I try to have no regrets. At that time we did our best. We brought the club to a level that it didnât used to be at.
"We didnât miss much but when we reach this standard in terms of performance and results, the club was probably also focused on the new stadium. It meant there was a restriction in terms of investment. At that time, the others, Liverpool, Chelsea, Man City invested a bit more than us in the top players and in the end, it makes a difference.
"I still believe we were close but at the same time, we missed a bit. This question is good because the only thing when I look backwards, I just donât know how things would have been if we had stayed one or two seasons more at White Hart Lane."
Spurs played at Wembley for the 2017-18 season and then until April 2019 the following season while the new stadium was completed, qualifying for the Champions League in both campaigns but failing to build on the second place finish in the final year at White Hart Lane.
"The last two seasons in that stadium we were amazing, playing amazing football," Lloris added.
"We cannot forget we played a year and a half without our own stadium. We had to deal with Wembley, which is an amazing stadium, but it was not our own.
"We did quite well because we qualified for the Champions League by being in the top four. But we faced better teams and better sides and stronger clubs than us."
Despite not being included in matchday squads after the appointment of Ange Postecoglou and leaving the December after his arrival, Lloris believes Spurs are heading towards competing for trophies under the Australian manager.
"In football life there are ups and downs and I believe right now, Tottenham are building something that is really interesting," he added. "I could see it for six months.
"I really enjoyed the idea of the football from the manager but also the direction of the club and I believe Tottenham will be competitive again.
"I think there is a new project and I am really interested to see where it is going to bring the club."
Former Spurs captain Hugo Lloris believes a "restriction in terms of investment" while building the new Tottenham Hotspur Stadium contributed to a lack of trophies in his final few seasons in England.
The French World Cup winner spent 12 years with Spurs but, despite helping them reach the Champions League final in 2019, did not lift silverware at the club.
"I am not the kind of guy that looks backwards," the now LAFC goalkeeper told BBC Sport chief football news reporter Simon Stone.
"Everything I do I try to have no regrets. At that time we did our best. We brought the club to a level that it didnât used to be at.
"We didnât miss much but when we reach this standard in terms of performance and results, the club was probably also focused on the new stadium. It meant there was a restriction in terms of investment. At that time, the others, Liverpool, Chelsea, Man City invested a bit more than us in the top players and in the end, it makes a difference.
"I still believe we were close but at the same time, we missed a bit. This question is good because the only thing when I look backwards, I just donât know how things would have been if we had stayed one or two seasons more at White Hart Lane."
Spurs played at Wembley for the 2017-18 season and then until April 2019 the following season while the new stadium was completed, qualifying for the Champions League in both campaigns but failing to build on the second place finish in the final year at White Hart Lane.
"The last two seasons in that stadium we were amazing, playing amazing football," Lloris added.
"We cannot forget we played a year and a half without our own stadium. We had to deal with Wembley, which is an amazing stadium, but it was not our own.
"We did quite well because we qualified for the Champions League by being in the top four. But we faced better teams and better sides and stronger clubs than us."
Despite not being included in matchday squads after the appointment of Ange Postecoglou and leaving the December after his arrival, Lloris believes Spurs are heading towards competing for trophies under the Australian manager.
"In football life there are ups and downs and I believe right now, Tottenham are building something that is really interesting," he added. "I could see it for six months.
"I really enjoyed the idea of the football from the manager but also the direction of the club and I believe Tottenham will be competitive again.
"I think there is a new project and I am really interested to see where it is going to bring the club."
Tottenham have rejected an opening 10m euros (£8.4m) bid from AC Milan for defender Emerson Royal.
The right-back, 25, was subject of a verbal and then written offer, which was swiftly rejected as the asking price is believed to be double that initial bid.
There has been no subsequent contact, with reported rival interest from Borussia Dortmund and clubs in Saudi Arabia.
Spurs are open to keeping Brazil international Emerson but have scoured the market for contingency options should he leave.
One player being considered is Brest defender Bradley Locko.
The club’s priority remains signing a forward after the arrival of midfielders Archie Gray and Lucas Bergvall, with Timo Werner's loan move from RB Leipzig also being extended.
Ange Postecoglou is currently overseeing pre-season as the club aims to build on a fifth-place finish last season.
Spurs play friendlies against Hearts and Queens Park Rangers this week before a tour of Asia.
Tottenham have sold forward Troy Parrott to Dutch club AZ Alkmaar for an undisclosed transfer fee reported, external to be £6.7m (8m euros).
The 22-year-old Republic of Ireland international has signed a five-year contract with the Eredivisie side until the summer of 2029.
Dublin-born Parrott joined Spurs in 2017 and rose through the club's youth ranks to make his Premier League debut two years later aged 17.
However, he was unable to establish himself as a first-team regular at Tottenham and loan spells at Millwall, Ipswich, MK Dons and Preston followed.
Parrott, whose contract at Spurs was due to expire next year, spent last season on loan at Excelsior Rotterdam where he scored 17 goals in 32 games in all competitions.
"I think AZ is the perfect club for me to take the next steps in my development," Parrott told AZ's website., external
"It helps me that I already played in the Netherlands last season and am therefore used to the competition and life here."
Parrott, who made four Spurs first-team appearances, has scored five goals in 23 international appearances for the Republic.
Glentoran teenager George Feeney has formally completed his move to Premier League side Tottenham Hotspur.
The 16-year-old striker, son of former Northern Ireland forward Warren Feeney, will link up with Spurs' under-18 side in north London.
BBC Sport NI reported in November that Brighton, Tottenham, Crystal Palace and West Ham were believed to be interested in Feeney.
He became the youngest ever goalscorer in the Glens' history in October last year when, as a 15-year-old, he netted in a BetMcLean Cup first round victory against Dollingstown.
Feeney has played underage international football for both Northern Ireland and Wales, where he was born.
Glentoran's 16-year-old defender Darragh McCann has also completed a Premier League move, joining newly promoted Ipswich Town after signing a three-year deal with the club.
Glentoran teenager George Feeney has formally completed his move to Premier League side Tottenham Hotspur.
The 16-year-old striker, son of former Northern Ireland forward Warren Feeney, will link up with Spurs' under-18 side in north London.
BBC Sport NI reported in November that Brighton, Tottenham, Crystal Palace and West Ham were believed to be interested in Feeney.
He became the youngest ever goalscorer in the Glens' history in October last year when, as a 15-year-old, he netted in a BetMcLean Cup first round victory against Dollingstown.
Feeney has played underage international football for both Northern Ireland and Wales, where he was born.
Glentoran's 16-year-old defender Darragh McCann has also completed a Premier League move, joining newly promoted Ipswich Town after signing a three-year deal with the club.
North London is humid and Rob White is tired.
"We had ridiculous storms here last night," he says.
"I woke up at 4am and it was like someone switching a neon light on and off in my room.
"Even at the age of 60, that takes me somewhere."
White is aware of the cliche.
"The clap of thunder, the flash of lightning, it is almost lazy as a plot device isn't it?" he says.
"You see it in movies, in books, in plays - it goes all the way back to Greek tragedy."
But for his story, it is undeniable and unavoidable. Every bolt lands in the same place: 21 July 1964.
Sixty years ago, a summer storm erupted over Essex and lightning struck a lone golfer.
John White, 27, was found crouched and scorched under a tree, the rings on his fingers fused to the shaft of the club he was clutching.
Tottenham and Scotland had lost one of the finest footballers of his generation - a Double winner, with a European Cup Winners' Cup medal to his name - at the height of his powers.
Rob, just six months old at the time, had lost a father.
His search has continued ever since.
Rob has spent his life trying to unravel a death and reveal its victim, listening at closed doors and investigating sliding doors.
The day he knows best in his father's life is the last.
It is one littered with chance encounters and alternate universes, any of which would have led John out of a lightning bolt's path.
On the fateful morning of 21 July 1964, Tottenham's players gathered for some team photos and gentle pre-season training at White Hart Lane.
Having finished in the top four in seven of the previous eight seasons, they were an established power, with an attack centred on Jimmy Greaves' power and Cliff Jones' tricky.
John White's gifts were more subtle. He had a silken first touch, an astute passing game and an ability to lose his marker that, combined with his slight frame and pale complexion, earned him the nickname 'the Ghost'.
Bill Nicholson knew John's value. Having lost Dave Mackay to a broken leg and captain Danny Blanchflower to retirement, the manager had told John that his next Tottenham team would be built around him.
That was all to come, though. This wasn't the time of year for serious business.
After training, barely blowing, John stripped down to his vest and pants to take on team-mate Terry Medwin in an indoor tennis match, rather than head straight home.
When John returned to the dressing room, he was confused. His trousers were missing. Ten minutes before, a smiling Jones had driven out of White Hart Lane, waving them out of his car window in glee at a well-executed prank.
John eventually found a pair to borrow, finally returned home and, despite the day drawing on, said he was going to play golf.
His young wife Sandra, juggling Rob and his two-year-old sister, suggested he shouldn't. They argued.
Delay heaped on delay. The sky darkened.
A compromise was found. Sandra dropped John off at Crew's Hill golf course. He headed into the club shop and bought a pack of three balls. As he left, he bumped into Tony Marchi, another Tottenham team-mate. Having asked about for a playing partner at training earlier in the day, John asked for a final time. Did Tony fancy playing with him?
"As far as we know, that was the last conversation my father had," says Rob.
"The last thing that Tony thought as he watched my dad go out was: 'John is going to get really wet out there this afternoon.'"
Marchi, having played his own round already, opted against joining John. The final sliding door shut. John walked out another and on to the course.
"I know that Tony [who died in 2022] always wished he could have just had another paragraph of conversation with my dad," says Rob. "Because if he had, my dad wouldn't have been in that place at that time."
The landlord emerges from behind a curtain, cigarette in mouth, thinning hair slicked back, and nonchalantly hands out a collection of pistols to the suited young men on the other side of the bar.
Each handles them with awed reverence, spinning the barrels and staring down the sights.
At one point, one of young men, blonde and slight, takes a handkerchief out of his pocket and blows his nose.
And all the time, an unseen Pathe newsreader chatters away over the top.
It is a film from 1962 – a different time when top-flight footballers would be little more than extras in a news report about a gun-collecting publican in north London., external
John White and his team-mates played their parts well, looking on in due awe as their host spun a gun on his finger and slotting it back into his holster.
For Rob, the footage is part of a patchwork he has been stitching together over the past 60 years.
The first pieces came when, aged nine, he sneaked up into the attic of the family home and opened up a cardboard box.
"It was like Tutankhamun's tomb - it had scrapbooks, newspapers, programmes, boots, medals, a couple of Scotland caps, a shaving kit that smelt of Old Spice," Rob says.
"As a kid, I would sneak up into the loft and essentially grieve and get really quite sad looking at this stuff.
"It was as if my Dad was one of those wire mannequins that sculptors might use; I knew 'the Ghost', that my dad was something, but finding this stuff allowed me to put texture on that outline."
Just as on the pitch though, tracking down John was not easy.
Rob's mother Sandra could remember driving up to the course to pick up her husband, seeing the clubhouse surrounded with police cars and then, such was the shock, little else from the next five years of her life.
In the wake of John's death, the sideboard trophies, celebratory photos and any trace of his existence were tidied away. In their place, a culture of stoicism, silence and secrecy dominated. His father was rarely spoken about – a subject too sore for anyone to know how to handle.
"Most families have a story that as a kid you don't know the full details of, but you know never to ask about," says Rob.
"Maybe you are told something once, or a door is half-open and you hear something. You can't quite piece it together, but, as humans, we create our own narrative, filling in the gaps with information that may, or may not, be right."
For Rob, there was plenty of information to fill in the gaps.
John's life was documented in an uncommon depth for his era.
People shared hundreds of photos, thousands of memories and the odd piece of footage.
Usually the film was match action, but occasionally it was something rarer and, in many ways, more precious – an afternoon John spent in a pub with its eccentric landlord and a Pathe film crew for instance.
Too often, though, the character lacked depth: as thin as the page of the comic he seemed to spring from.
"He was this kind of Roy of the Rovers figure and as I got older I got frustrated and almost embarrassed by people having a better knowledge of my dad than I did," Rob says.
"Part of the joy of having a father is finding our own identity - there is a little blueprint there and if we are lucky we follow the good bits and jettison the bad bits - but I didn't have that.
"There is still a kid in me that wants to know the simple stuff: what he smelt like and sounded like, a bit more about him, rather than this persona. That is the eternal frustration."
Rob channelled that frustration into a book - The Ghost of White Hart Lane - interviewing family members, former team-mates, friends and acquaintances, to try and discover the man behind the myth.
And gradually he found him.
Rob heard about the sadness and homesickness that would grip John each winter in London. He heard about the time he drove home dangerously drunk, clipping the White Hart Lane gates in his car. Most revealingly, an uncle told Rob about the child that John had fathered in Scotland and left behind before he travelled south, played for Spurs and met Sandra.
"Part of me has always been trying to live up to this person who was absolutely perfect, who was idolised not just by the family, but by hundreds of thousands of people," says Rob.
"To find out he had defects and weaknesses, that he struggled with confidence, mental health and seasonal affective disorder, that he had made mistakes - if I had found all that out earlier, it would have made more sense to my life.
"If we know our parents are fallible, it really makes us understand that we can make mistakes. We don't have to know all the answers."
John's absence shaped Rob as surely as his presence would have.
Rob is a still-life photographer - "I have always been looking for those details and clues" - and is also training as a counsellor.
Later this month, he will be in the audience at Tottenham Hotspur Stadium for the first performance of a play he has helped produce about his father's life.
"It is something I talk about with my own therapist," he says. "Having seen life breathed into the story at the read-throughs, it reinforced the reasons I wanted to get involved with the project.
"I think there is something of trying to bring my dad back to life."
After two nights in Tottenham, the play will then transfer north, taking the opposite journey to the one John took in life, for a stint at the Edinburgh Festival.
There are some things that remain lost. Rob is still searching for a recording of John's voice. One of his match-worn Tottenham shirts remains elusive.
But over the decades, he has found much more: an understanding and an empathy for the father he never knew.
North London is humid and Rob White is tired.
"We had ridiculous storms here last night," he says.
"I woke up at 4am and it was like someone switching a neon light on and off in my room.
"Even at the age of 60, that takes me somewhere."
White is aware of the cliche.
"The clap of thunder, the flash of lightning, it is almost lazy as a plot device isn't it?" he says.
"You see it in movies, in books, in plays - it goes all the way back to Greek tragedy."
But for his story, it is undeniable and unavoidable. Every bolt lands in the same place: 21 July 1964.
Sixty years ago, a summer storm erupted over Middlesex and lightning struck a lone golfer.
John White, 27, was found crouched and scorched under a tree, the rings on his fingers fused to the shaft of the club he was clutching.
Tottenham and Scotland had lost one of the finest footballers of his generation - a Double winner, with a European Cup Winners' Cup medal to his name - at the height of his powers.
Rob, just six months old at the time, had lost a father.
His search has continued ever since.
Rob has spent his life trying to unravel a death and reveal its victim, listening at closed doors and investigating sliding doors.
The day he knows best in his father's life is the last.
It is one littered with chance encounters and alternate universes, any of which would have led John out of a lightning bolt's path.
On the fateful morning of 21 July 1964, Tottenham's players gathered for some team photos and gentle pre-season training at White Hart Lane.
Having finished in the top four in seven of the previous eight seasons, they were an established power, with an attack centred on Jimmy Greaves' finishing and Cliff Jones' trickery.
John White's gifts were more subtle. He had a silken first touch, an astute passing game and an ability to lose his marker that, combined with his slight frame and pale complexion, earned him the nickname 'the Ghost'.
Bill Nicholson knew John's value. Having lost Dave Mackay to a broken leg and captain Danny Blanchflower to retirement, the manager had told John that his next Tottenham team would be built around him.
That was all to come, though. This wasn't the time of year for serious business.
After training, barely blowing, John stripped down to his vest and pants to take on team-mate Terry Medwin in an indoor tennis match, rather than head straight home.
When John returned to the dressing room, he was confused. His trousers were missing. Ten minutes before, a smiling Jones had driven out of White Hart Lane, waving them out of his car window in glee at a well-executed prank.
John eventually found a pair to borrow, finally returned home and, despite the day drawing on, said he was going to play golf.
His young wife Sandra, juggling Rob and his two-year-old sister, suggested he shouldn't. They argued.
Delay heaped on delay. The sky darkened.
A compromise was found. Sandra dropped John off at Crews Hill golf course. He headed into the club shop and bought a pack of three balls. As he left, he bumped into Tony Marchi, another Tottenham team-mate. Having asked about for a playing partner at training earlier in the day, John asked for a final time. Did Tony fancy playing with him?
"As far as we know, that was the last conversation my father had," says Rob.
"The last thing that Tony thought as he watched my dad go out was: 'John is going to get really wet out there this afternoon.'"
Marchi, having played his own round already, opted against joining John. The final sliding door shut. John walked out another and on to the course.
"I know that Tony [who died in 2022] always wished he could have just had another paragraph of conversation with my dad," says Rob. "Because if he had, my dad wouldn't have been in that place at that time."
The landlord emerges from behind a curtain, cigarette in mouth, thinning hair slicked back, and nonchalantly hands out a collection of pistols to the suited young men on the other side of the bar.
Each handles them with awed reverence, spinning the barrels and staring down the sights.
At one point, one of young men, blonde and slight, takes a handkerchief out of his pocket and blows his nose.
And all the time, an unseen Pathe newsreader chatters away over the top.
It is a film from 1962 – a different time when top-flight footballers would be little more than extras in a news report about a gun-collecting publican in north London., external
John White and his team-mates played their parts well, looking on in due awe as their host spun a gun on his finger and slotting it back into his holster.
For Rob, the footage is part of a patchwork he has been stitching together over the past 60 years.
The first pieces came when, aged nine, he sneaked up into the attic of the family home and opened up a cardboard box.
"It was like Tutankhamun's tomb - it had scrapbooks, newspapers, programmes, boots, medals, a couple of Scotland caps, a shaving kit that smelt of Old Spice," Rob says.
"As a kid, I would sneak up into the loft and essentially grieve and get really quite sad looking at this stuff.
"It was as if my Dad was one of those wire mannequins that sculptors might use; I knew 'the Ghost', that my dad was something, but finding this stuff allowed me to put texture on that outline."
Just as on the pitch though, tracking down John was not easy.
Rob's mother Sandra could remember driving up to the course to pick up her husband, seeing the clubhouse surrounded with police cars and then, such was the shock, little else from the next five years of her life.
In the wake of John's death, the sideboard trophies, celebratory photos and any trace of his existence were tidied away. In their place, a culture of stoicism, silence and secrecy dominated. His father was rarely spoken about – a subject too sore for anyone to know how to handle.
"Most families have a story that as a kid you don't know the full details of, but you know never to ask about," says Rob.
"Maybe you are told something once, or a door is half-open and you hear something. You can't quite piece it together, but, as humans, we create our own narrative, filling in the gaps with information that may, or may not, be right."
For Rob, there was plenty of information to fill in the gaps.
John's life was documented in an uncommon depth for his era.
People shared hundreds of photos, thousands of memories and the odd piece of footage.
Usually the film was match action, but occasionally it was something rarer and, in many ways, more precious – an afternoon John spent in a pub with its eccentric landlord and a Pathe film crew for instance.
Too often, though, the character lacked depth: as thin as the page of the comic he seemed to spring from.
"He was this kind of Roy of the Rovers figure and as I got older I got frustrated and almost embarrassed by people having a better knowledge of my dad than I did," Rob says.
"Part of the joy of having a father is finding our own identity - there is a little blueprint there and if we are lucky we follow the good bits and jettison the bad bits - but I didn't have that.
"There is still a kid in me that wants to know the simple stuff: what he smelt like and sounded like, a bit more about him, rather than this persona. That is the eternal frustration."
Rob channelled that frustration into a book - The Ghost of White Hart Lane - interviewing family members, former team-mates, friends and acquaintances, to try and discover the man behind the myth.
And gradually he found him.
Rob heard about the sadness and homesickness that would grip John each winter in London. He heard about the time he drove home dangerously drunk, clipping the White Hart Lane gates in his car. Most revealingly, an uncle told Rob about the child that John had fathered in Scotland and left behind before he travelled south, played for Spurs and met Sandra.
"Part of me has always been trying to live up to this person who was absolutely perfect, who was idolised not just by the family, but by hundreds of thousands of people," says Rob.
"To find out he had defects and weaknesses, that he struggled with confidence, mental health and seasonal affective disorder, that he had made mistakes - if I had found all that out earlier, it would have made more sense to my life.
"If we know our parents are fallible, it really makes us understand that we can make mistakes. We don't have to know all the answers."
John's absence shaped Rob as surely as his presence would have.
Rob is a still-life photographer - "I have always been looking for those details and clues" - and is also training as a counsellor.
Later this month, Rob will be in the audience at Tottenham Hotspur Stadium for the first performance of a play, called The Ghost of White Hart Lane, that he commissioned about his father's life.
The staging is intended to share his father's story to several generations of fans who remember neither John's life or death.
"It is something I talk about with my own therapist," he says. "Having seen life breathed into the story at the play's read-throughs, it reinforced the reasons I wanted to get involved with the project.
"I think there is something of trying to bring my dad back to life."
After two nights in Tottenham, the play will then transfer north, taking the opposite journey to the one John took in life, for a stint at the Edinburgh Festival., external
There are some things that remain lost. Rob is still searching for a recording of John's voice. One of his match-worn Tottenham shirts remains elusive.
But over the decades, he has found much more: an understanding and an empathy for the father he never knew.
Tottenham Hotspur have signed midfielder Archie Gray from Leeds United for about £30m, with defender Joe Rodon moving in the opposite direction in a deal worth about £10m.
Gray has signed a contract until 2030 with Spurs, who Leeds said had "met a release clause that was triggered by the club’s failure to get promoted at the first attempt".
The sale is believed to be enough to make the Elland Road club compliant with profit and sustainability rules, after their defeat in the Championship play-off final by Southampton cost them promotion and forced them to sell players.
Spurs have beaten Brentford to the signing of 18-year-old Gray, who played 52 matches in all competitions - in midfield and at right-back - for Leeds last season.