Peter Garnett who was born in 1957 and chose Spurs by his on free will explains why watching Dnipro in the Europa League with 1882 was like being cast back in time to one of the ‘glory glory’ nights of yore.
Tired of seeing rules bent to suit them and our irritating transfer policy, Mark Butcher gives his thoughts on our owners.
After the news that three Tottenham fans will defend their use of the word 'yid' in a landmark court case, we discuss the impact on the wider society.
Whether you're born in north London or the mean streets of Brooklyn, New York if you're Tottenham, you're Tottenham. Aaron Wolfe explains in a spine-tingling glorious fashion...
The Fighting Cock recently celebrated 100 episodes, but what has happened at the club, on the forum, on the front page and with 1882 since the first pod? It's time to look back and see how much or how little has changed.
As I remember it, we were on the Spurs special returning from Elland Road, Leeds. The team had just put in a goliath performance to come away with a 2-1 victory but the train was in a sombre, almost wake like mood. The fact that one side of the train had had its glass kindly removed by a very large and very angry group of Leeds supporters, using anything they could physically throw in our direction could, possibly had had something to do with it. This sort of thing had become the norm and everyone was used to the attention... Read more »
There was a moment on Monday night, as the haze lifted from a stray smoke bomb, when clarity reigned once more. As I looked around me at 1392 shoes being waved in the air I realised with total certainty that this was the way it was meant to be. What might have looked odd from the outside made perfect sense to the tightly packed group inside Barnet’s crumbling stadium. For this raucous show of trainers and old boots was not a catwalk of footwear but a symbol. A symbol of hope for the next generation, a symbol of disillusionment against... Read more »
Having coerced 6 friends to join me on the arduous trip from Bristol to London to watch a football game that they virtually had no interest in, (two were Liverpool fans and the rest were more interested in rugby or cricket), there was a great deal of pressure on the game. Many had argued that they were too busy and had far too much work in exam season to even contemplate it, but I had assured them that 1882 was something different. It wasn’t about the football, it was about the atmosphere. With this grudgingly being accepted, the lads booked... Read more »