Choose Spurs. Choose a seat. Choose a stand. Choose a pizza. Choose a pint of overpriced beer. Choose a replica shirt, hat, half and half scarf, and garden gnome. Choose Levy, Ange Postegoclou and F1 go-karting-track. Choose the Skywalk. Choose an evening climb. Choose your hospitality level. Choose a track suit and backpack. Choose Spurs wallpaper in a range of patterns. Choose a loge and wondering who the fuck is that £50mn donkey we just bought. Choose sitting next to someone eating fudge cake, listening to a mind-numbing half time interview, stuffing fucking popcorn into your mouth. Choose wasting your life watching over paid primadonnas who don't really give a fuck pissing about pretending to play football, you're nothing more than an embarrassment to the legends who you have replaced. Choose your team. Choose Spurs. . ..