My father first took me to White Hart Lane, the world famous home of the Spurs, when I was four. I spent most of the game curled up asleep in his lap, so remember little about it. The loud, aggressive, sometimes frightening atmosphere of English football in the early ‘80s isn’t an ideal place for a child to nap but, from my first game, The Lane had become a second home. I belonged there. As I grew, I fell in [...]
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