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Crocker said:
Great fun that season. Went to all home and nearly all away games. Stand out memories were this game against B Rovers, a wonder goal from Hoddle in the FA cup home game against Bolton (sadly not televised) and oddly enough Luton away.

The Luton away game was scheduled for a Sat but was a late postponement due to weather. Found out at when I arrived at Kings X station along with a large Spurs contingent already there. As our game was off, someone in the mob decided it would be a good idea to go to Woolwich, who were at home to Walsall in the FA cup, and have some fun in the North Bank. What possessed me, I don’t know, but along I went anyway. I was 17, not known as a fighter but admitted at the time to enjoying it happening all around me.

Just before kick off we were in, the Spurs shouts went out and I just remember a charge through the North Bank. The element of surprise cut a swathe through the goons and the next thing I remember is being escorted out by the police and left in the street, along with plenty of others. What happened to those at the front of the charge I never found out (I was very much at the back). But outside everyone was laughing and thought it a hoot so don’t think there was much in the way of injuries despite being so outnumbered.

The postponed Luton away game played the following Wednesday night I think. It was absolutely pissing down. Got into the ground and escorted by police to a little makeshift storage area where they were filtering out everyone wearing Doc Martens boots. This used to happen if your boots were steel toe caps (mine weren’t) but not ordinary DMs. Luton Police, however, thought differently. The choice was you handed your boots in, they were put in empty shoe boxes, then they gave you a ticket for them and you stood on the terracing in the piss rain in your socks, or you left the ground. A copper felt sorry for some of us and gave us cardboard shoe boxes to stand in and we were allowed to keep our laces and tie the boxes to our feet. I still tell this to people occasionally and I can see the disbelief in their eyes but honestly, I am not making this up. My abiding memory at the final whistle— we won 4-1– was looking around me and seeing dozens of fans, like me, standing in the rain on disintegrating sopping wet cardboard boxes in our soaking wet socks and bootlaces tied around our feet. Happy days.

Apologies for the essay but once I get reminiscing.
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A frankly brilliant post. Way before my time but can only imagine the fun that must have been had following Spurs in those days.
 
Crocker said:
Great fun that season. Went to all home and nearly all away games. Stand out memories were this game against B Rovers, a wonder goal from Hoddle in the FA cup home game against Bolton (sadly not televised) and oddly enough Luton away.

The Luton away game was scheduled for a Sat but was a late postponement due to weather. Found out at when I arrived at Kings X station along with a large Spurs contingent already there. As our game was off, someone in the mob decided it would be a good idea to go to Woolwich, who were at home to Walsall in the FA cup, and have some fun in the North Bank. What possessed me, I don’t know, but along I went anyway. I was 17, not known as a fighter but admitted at the time to enjoying it happening all around me.

Just before kick off we were in, the Spurs shouts went out and I just remember a charge through the North Bank. The element of surprise cut a swathe through the goons and the next thing I remember is being escorted out by the police and left in the street, along with plenty of others. What happened to those at the front of the charge I never found out (I was very much at the back). But outside everyone was laughing and thought it a hoot so don’t think there was much in the way of injuries despite being so outnumbered.

The postponed Luton away game played the following Wednesday night I think. It was absolutely pissing down. Got into the ground and escorted by police to a little makeshift storage area where they were filtering out everyone wearing Doc Martens boots. This used to happen if your boots were steel toe caps (mine weren’t) but not ordinary DMs. Luton Police, however, thought differently. The choice was you handed your boots in, they were put in empty shoe boxes, then they gave you a ticket for them and you stood on the terracing in the piss rain in your socks, or you left the ground. A copper felt sorry for some of us and gave us cardboard shoe boxes to stand in and we were allowed to keep our laces and tie the boxes to our feet. I still tell this to people occasionally and I can see the disbelief in their eyes but honestly, I am not making this up. My abiding memory at the final whistle— we won 4-1– was looking around me and seeing dozens of fans, like me, standing in the rain on disintegrating sopping wet cardboard boxes in our soaking wet socks and bootlaces tied around our feet. Happy days.

Apologies for the essay but once I get reminiscing.
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That is the definition of going beyond the call of duty, Dedication to the team. Bravo sir!👌
 
Also tried getting to Luton on the Sat but when getting to Mill Hill Bdy found out it had been snowed (I think) off. Couldn't go on the Wed due to being a school night!
Still rate Hod's goal v Bolton as his greatest.
I recall going to Goons v Wolves (my dad was a Goon so we used to attend games together) and also a NLD when Chelsea turned up in the Clock end due to postponments. Interesting times!
 
Crocker said:
Great fun that season. Went to all home and nearly all away games. Stand out memories were this game against B Rovers, a wonder goal from Hoddle in the FA cup home game against Bolton (sadly not televised) and oddly enough Luton away.

The Luton away game was scheduled for a Sat but was a late postponement due to weather. Found out at when I arrived at Kings X station along with a large Spurs contingent already there. As our game was off, someone in the mob decided it would be a good idea to go to Woolwich, who were at home to Walsall in the FA cup, and have some fun in the North Bank. What possessed me, I don’t know, but along I went anyway. I was 17, not known as a fighter but admitted at the time to enjoying it happening all around me.

Just before kick off we were in, the Spurs shouts went out and I just remember a charge through the North Bank. The element of surprise cut a swathe through the goons and the next thing I remember is being escorted out by the police and left in the street, along with plenty of others. What happened to those at the front of the charge I never found out (I was very much at the back). But outside everyone was laughing and thought it a hoot so don’t think there was much in the way of injuries despite being so outnumbered.

The postponed Luton away game played the following Wednesday night I think. It was absolutely pissing down. Got into the ground and escorted by police to a little makeshift storage area where they were filtering out everyone wearing Doc Martens boots. This used to happen if your boots were steel toe caps (mine weren’t) but not ordinary DMs. Luton Police, however, thought differently. The choice was you handed your boots in, they were put in empty shoe boxes, then they gave you a ticket for them and you stood on the terracing in the piss rain in your socks, or you left the ground. A copper felt sorry for some of us and gave us cardboard shoe boxes to stand in and we were allowed to keep our laces and tie the boxes to our feet. I still tell this to people occasionally and I can see the disbelief in their eyes but honestly, I am not making this up. My abiding memory at the final whistle— we won 4-1– was looking around me and seeing dozens of fans, like me, standing in the rain on disintegrating sopping wet cardboard boxes in our soaking wet socks and bootlaces tied around our feet. Happy days.

Apologies for the essay but once I get reminiscing.
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I didn't go to the Woolwich game we went to QPR v Forest. Believe it or not I got ejected by the old bill for after QPR scored for being too enthusiastic or something. I think it was probably because I was wearing a Spurs scarf. I pointed it out to the copper but he kicked me out anyway.

The Luton game we blagged it in to a Luton section but quickly moved into the main home end when we realised we were only 5 handed and in with their firm.

Never had my boots or laces confiscated though.
 
scotspurgav said:
A frankly brilliant post. Way before my time but can only imagine the fun that must have been had following Spurs in those days.
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I went to the Luton game. But as was the case back then for fans going on non-footie specials, BR hiked up the price on the day. Got to St Pancras and found it was a whopping £3.50 return.
That meant I had literally nothing left for ground admission.
Got to Kenilworth Road and asked fellow Spurs fans if they would spare me some money to get in.
Didn't get a penny!
Went around to the Luton end (which these days is the away section) and saw the last 20 minutes when they opened the gates to let out the early leavers. Watched it with a fellow Spurs fan from Epsom, who had the same problem as me.
Saw two of our goals and a big ruck to the right, in their old standing enclosure.
It did indeed pour down with rain that evening.
Got back to St Pancras and recollect a lady peeing in the subway.
For someone who had only just turned 14 it was a bit of an eye opener.
 
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