No other fixture ruffles my fighting cock feathers quite like a north London derby. Tottenham v Woolwich games gone by have illustrated how highs and lows of a season long rollercoaster can be swept away, changed significantly for good or for worse, within two individual 90 minute matches. The word “Woolwich” will always conjure bile bubonic memories for me. Whether it is a monkey faced Keown bellowing foully into the deflated horse shaped head of Ruud van Nistelrooy after a [...]
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