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started a thread to post memorable moments following the spurs from yester-year...

"and if u know ur history..." as the song goes, and i'm getting a bit long in the tooth so i like this kind of shit...

junior spurs can run along if they want. but i got a few anecdotes to share... we'll see how it goes.

for me, the most amazing moment following spurs as a kid was the 1981 fa cup semi final replay. verses wolves at... wait for it... highbury! trust me. it was even more amazing than the final!

the sun was shining. it was a glorious evening for spurs to take back our ancestral north london homelands from the woolwich-wandering, ethnic-cleansing cunts!

i remember taking the w3 bus from wood green, through the streets of islington with a cockerel flag flying proudly from the upstairs front-window. we got a few dirty looks from local cunts. mainly old biddies and kids; 'cos the real gooners were indoors bricking it.

fucking amazing atmosphere in the ground. 52,000. mostly spurs. "tottenham here, tottenham there, tottenham every fucking where". we woz in the north bank. spurs had the whole of the north bank!!!

in fact, spurs had three sides of the ground, and including half the fucking clock end! god knows why the FA allowed the game to be played at highbury. hardly neutral territory! the brummie cheapskates must have known they'd lost their chance at hillsborough and sent back most of their allocation.

i remember towards the end of the game, the place was reeking of piss 'cos all the spurs were just taking a jimmy there and then... leaving our mark so to speak. to us of course, highbury was a toilet.

i also remember slabs of concrete being thrown in from outside the ground... "brave" gooner cunts on the attack from a safe distance, while we were preoccupied with the match.

spurs won, 3-0. ricky veelia (as mottie used to call him) capped it all with an absolute screamer!

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=61qqvGnGjrg[/youtube]

after the match, all the spurs fans invaded the pitch, nicking the goals and all the turf as souvenirs! well, as the true north londoners, it was ours by right!

glory, glory days...

seems they're back again, like a long lost friend...
 
was at that wolves game, i lived about 20 minute walk from that cunthole and when we scored it was reckoned to be the loudest roar heard on our estate. was also at the first game, total sheffield plod fuck up that would come home to roost 8 years later, it could have been us. anyways, one game still sticks in my mind, forest away first game back in the first division, forest reigning champs, us with ossie and ricky, me 12 years old, finished me paper round nice and early, get home 'mum, can i go watch tottenham today?' distracted by nuthouse and glad to get rid of me for a few hours mother'yeah ok', me, fucking gone, she has no clue we're away at forest, i must have forgot that bit, so in the days before mobiles, im off to the lane to see if i can get on a coach and there's fuck all she can do about it. cant remember much of the trip until we reach nottingham, tottenham everywhere, the bridge is solid spurs and rumours that our section in the side of the ground is already full and shut, bolloxish, huge mob of spurs cant get in, we have to get in ffs, so a forest end, the nearest one was the bigger open end, so we head for that, mayhem outside as thousands trying to get in and the game kicks off. the turnstile blokes gave up and just let everyone in as many were getting crushed and weight of bodies on the turnstiles meant there just wasnt time to take cash. inside the ground spurs all over the place but dont remember much trouble, they score , ricky scores, we go mental, i only see bits of the game, being 12 amongst such a packed crowd, i was fucked but so what, i was there and we drew with the champions. got home at god knows what time to a distressed mother who had failed utterly in her responsibilities and should have been on jeremy kyle, except the world was a simpler place then, 3 channels of telly and no cunting kyle, the lucky moo. was expecting a bit of stick off the father, but i think he was rather proud. or he couldnt give a fuck as ricky had scored.
 
NO1JIB said:
was at that wolves game, i lived about 20 minute walk from that cunthole and when we scored it was reckoned to be the loudest roar heard on our estate. was also at the first game, total sheffield plod fuck up that would come home to roost 8 years later, it could have been us. anyways, one game still sticks in my mind, forest away first game back in the first division, forest reigning champs, us with ossie and ricky, me 12 years old, finished me paper round nice and early, get home 'mum, can i go watch tottenham today?' distracted by nuthouse and glad to get rid of me for a few hours mother'yeah ok', me, fucking gone, she has no clue we're away at forest, i must have forgot that bit, so in the days before mobiles, im off to the lane to see if i can get on a coach and there's fuck all she can do about it. cant remember much of the trip until we reach nottingham, tottenham everywhere, the bridge is solid spurs and rumours that our section in the side of the ground is already full and shut, bolloxish, huge mob of spurs cant get in, we have to get in ffs, so a forest end, the nearest one was the bigger open end, so we head for that, mayhem outside as thousands trying to get in and the game kicks off. the turnstile blokes gave up and just let everyone in as many were getting crushed and weight of bodies on the turnstiles meant there just wasnt time to take cash. inside the ground spurs all over the place but dont remember much trouble, they score , ricky scores, we go mental, i only see bits of the game, being 12 amongst such a packed crowd, i was fucked but so what, i was there and we drew with the champions. got home at god knows what time to a distressed mother who had failed utterly in her responsibilities and should have been on jeremy kyle, except the world was a simpler place then, 3 channels of telly and no cunting kyle, the lucky moo. was expecting a bit of stick off the father, but i think he was rather proud. or he couldnt give a fuck as ricky had scored.
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nice one. i remember that game... (my mum wouldn't let me go nottingham). afterwards, i remember the headlines in the sunday papers. a message from ossie and ricky along the lines of... "we are sorry, mr clough. we didn't know who u are."
 
My memories are from my armchair and not at the games sadly.

I remember being fucking devastated when we lost the 1987 Littlewoods Cup semi, from a season that promised so much we won fuck all
 
Morning all - new poster - glued to the transfer thread for news but, failing that....

My first game was the 73 League Cup final, 10 years old, reluctantly taken by my Dad, who really wanted me to support his team (Brentford). Key memories - transfixed by the excitement and singing on the Wembley way, overawed by the size of the place, disappointed by my Dad's stinginess ("3p for a bloody hot dog, you must be bloody joking, that's over sixpence, you can eat when we get home" - I've always brought that to mind when my (now grown-up) kids have asked!), overjoyed when Ralph came off the bench to score, and puzzled when a stranger commiserated with me on the tube platform after (my mum had stuck me in a home-made green jumper). Big PatJ and a young SteveP were my favourites.

Spurs ever since, thru thick and thin, tho infrequently at the Lane these days - went with my grown-up son to Athletico Madrid pre-season, and home up the High Road 30mins before all the fun kicked off....

Onwards and upwards - one world-class striker signing and the next generation of kids will be with us
COYS
 
can i just say how heartwarming it is to see fans from all over london, england, europe, america, asia and the whole world, coming here to declare their loyalty, pride and passion... for a football club called tottenham!

u can't imagine the loyalty, pride and passion that instills in people like me, born and bred there; whose parents' home was just off white hart lane; whose school was on white hart lane; whose school was called white hart lane.

"we are tottenham, we are tottenham, we are tottenham, from the lane"

u can't imagine how much people like me appreciate the solidarity. :hi5:
 
NO1JIB said:
spare a thought for those of us who went to highbury grove school, zoc. [least we had Cliff Jones to make up for it]
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fuck... please accept my deepest sympathies.

and please take comfort from the fact that you've shown real mettle to remain true to north london's ancestral football club; despite being swamped by these infidel usurpers of our spiritual homelands; despite being surrounded by these ethnic cleansers of north london's indigenous population.

i salute u!
 
ZoC said:
can i just say how heartwarming it is to see fans from all over london, england, europe, america, asia and the whole world, coming here to declare their loyalty, pride and passion... for a football club called tottenham!

u can't imagine the loyalty, pride and passion that instills in people like me, born and bred there; whose parents' home was just off white hart lane; whose school was on white hart lane; whose school was called white hart lane.

"we are tottenham, we are tottenham, we are tottenham, from the lane"

u can't imagine how much people like me appreciate the solidarity. :hi5:
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I first went to Tottenham when I was 10 (2003) but my journey was a bit different. We were shit that season (got into a borderline relegation fight the next) and all of my friends supported Man United. The reason I wasn't a glory hunter and eventually ended up at the lane is pretty rare. I was born in Belfast so you had to be either United or Liverpool and either Rangers or Celtic. My earliest football memory was seeing England in the '98 World Cup and my second was seeing United lift the treble in '99 so I have to admit my affiliation was kneeling towards Manchester as a 6/7 year old.

Anyway, thinking that England was as small as Northern Ireland, I requested my dad brought me back a United shirt from his business trip in north London that year for my birthday present but the only ones they had in a kid's size in the shop were either ars*nal or Tottenham. Thankfully ars*nal were fast becoming United's closest rivals and as my dad knew I'd hate him forever if he brought me back a scum shirt, he opted for a Hewlett-Packard, lilywhite, Pony one instead (he was completely neutral and preferred rugby).

I was pretty confused at this at first (imagine requesting a Tottenham shirt now and being handed the likes of an Everton one). I didn't wear it straight away - but I remember as I put it in my drawer it began to dawn on me: this is my team now... or at least one of my teams neutrally alongside Brazil, France, England, Rangers, United, and possibly Fiorentina 'cause they had a funny looking kit, a funny looking name, and even funnier looking players that played on Channel 4 on a Saturday morning.

Nevertheless, I began to love the shirt over time; appreciate the latin and intriguing crest, and the extra button you got on the inside in case you lost one on the collar that was never actually needed. I'd overhear things in the news like my favourite player and club captain were leaving, or manager was being sacked again, to the point that when my friends asked me, "Who are Tottenham?", I couldn't really answer 'cause anything I knew about them changed a lot. I think I started to realised things changed a lot in general as some of the United fans gradually turned into ars*nal and Chelsea fans, etcetera.

So I made the decision I'd stick to Spurs no matter how unpredictable they were and requested a beautiful Holsten, Adidas Spurs shirt which I still love the most today. I remember one Chelsea fan in particular who I sat beside at my new school was giving it large as we just lost 2-1 to them in a particular Worthington Cup first leg semi-final match. I was used to the stick from United fans as I understood a bit more where it came from but I just remember it was at that point all of my neutrality ceased to exist. I went fucking nuts and bet him a quid we'd beat them in the second leg. I was bricking it, and in the end we didn't actually beat them. No, we fucking dicked them, ripped them apart 5-1 and I ran around the house screaming like a fucking maniac!

Anyway, I eventually got bored of the odd cup TV experience and replica shirt and saved up a Christmas and birthday present to go to White Hart Lane to watch us against a newly promoted Man City side (I'd picked it out as the easy end of season three-pointer on the fixture list). I was high up in a far from sold out Paxton, we lost 0-2, and the crowd got restless with both Teddy (who I had on my shirt) and Hoddle (who was our legend manager) for not representing the shirt properly.

But for some reason I still fucking loved it. The tube to Seven Sisters, the walk up the High Road, the day out in London and the match-day adrenaline. Moreover, having something in common with over 30,000 strangers all shouting Come On You Spurs and collectively sharing the highs and the lows - how can you even explain that to someone who has never felt it?

That's what Tottenham is to me. And that's why I love this forum, and the podcast... because it isn't by cunts who when asked what Tottenham is say Redknapp, or Modric - they know they'll fucking come and go and always have and always will unless their name is Bill Nick. We Are Tottenham, We Are Tottenham, Super Tottenham, From The Lane.
 
HyNdZee said:
ZoC said:
can i just say how heartwarming it is to see fans from all over london, england, europe, america, asia and the whole world, coming here to declare their loyalty, pride and passion... for a football club called tottenham!

u can't imagine the loyalty, pride and passion that instills in people like me, born and bred there; whose parents' home was just off white hart lane; whose school was on white hart lane; whose school was called white hart lane.

"we are tottenham, we are tottenham, we are tottenham, from the lane"

u can't imagine how much people like me appreciate the solidarity. :hi5:
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I first went to Tottenham when I was 10 (2003) but my journey was a bit different. We were shit that season (got into a borderline relegation fight the next) and all of my friends supported Man United. The reason I wasn't a glory hunter and eventually ended up at the lane is pretty rare. I was born in Belfast so you had to be either United or Liverpool and either Rangers or Celtic. My earliest football memory was seeing England in the '98 World Cup and my second was seeing United lift the treble in '99 so I have to admit my affiliation was kneeling towards Manchester as a 6/7 year old.

Anyway, thinking that England was as small as Northern Ireland, I requested my dad brought me back a United shirt from his business trip in north London that year for my birthday present but the only ones they had in a kid's size in the shop were either ars*nal or Tottenham. Thankfully ars*nal were fast becoming United's closest rivals and as my dad knew I'd hate him forever if he brought me back a scum shirt, he opted for a Hewlett-Packard, lilywhite, Pony one instead (he was completely neutral and preferred rugby).

I was pretty confused at this at first (imagine requesting a Tottenham shirt now and being handed the likes of an Everton one). I didn't wear it straight away - but I remember as I put it in my drawer it began to dawn on me: this is my team now... or at least one of my teams neutrally alongside Brazil, France, England, Rangers, United, and possibly Fiorentina 'cause they had a funny looking kit, a funny looking name, and even funnier looking players that played on Channel 4 on a Saturday morning.

Nevertheless, I began to love the shirt over time; appreciate the latin and intriguing crest, and the extra button you got on the inside in case you lost one on the collar that was never actually needed. I'd overhear things in the news like my favourite player and club captain were leaving, or manager was being sacked again, to the point that when my friends asked me, "Who are Tottenham?", I couldn't really answer 'cause anything I knew about them changed a lot. I think I started to realised things changed a lot in general as some of the United fans gradually turned into ars*nal and Chelsea fans, etcetera.

So I made the decision I'd stick to Spurs no matter how unpredictable they were and requested a beautiful Holsten, Adidas Spurs shirt which I still love the most today. I remember one Chelsea fan in particular who I sat beside at my new school was giving it large as we just lost 2-1 to them in a particular Worthington Cup first leg semi-final match. I was used to the stick from United fans as I understood a bit more where it came from but I just remember it was at that point all of my neutrality ceased to exist. I went fucking nuts and bet him a quid we'd beat them in the second leg. I was bricking it, and in the end we didn't actually beat them. No, we fucking dicked them, ripped them apart 5-1 and I ran around the house screaming like a fucking maniac!

Anyway, I eventually got bored of the odd cup TV experience and replica shirt and saved up a Christmas and birthday present to go to White Hart Lane to watch us against a newly promoted Man City side (I'd picked it out as the easy end of season three-pointer on the fixture list). I was high up in a far from sold out Paxton, we lost 0-2, and the crowd got restless with both Teddy (who I had on my shirt) and Hoddle (who was our legend manager) for not representing the shirt properly.

But for some reason I still fucking loved it. The tube to Seven Sisters, the walk up the High Road, the day out in London and the match-day adrenaline. Moreover, having something in common with over 30,000 strangers all shouting Come On You Spurs and collectively sharing the highs and the lows - how can you even explain that to someone who has never felt it?

That's what Tottenham is to me. And that's why I love this forum, and the podcast... because it isn't by cunts who when asked what Tottenham is say Redknapp, or Modric - they know they'll fucking come and go and always have and always will unless their name is Bill Nick. We Are Tottenham, We Are Tottenham, Super Tottenham, From The Lane.
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if anyone in NI asks who tottenham are, kick them square in the cunt. blanchflower, jennings and armstrong ffs. ok gery armstrong aint a legend at spurs in the same way as the other 2 but spain 82 ? was on the piss with a few NI spurs in cardiff after the blackburn final, from ballymena.
 
Danny Blanchflower. Damn right.
Here is the back of one of my 2 jerseys for this season.

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HyNdZee said:
But for some reason I still fucking loved it. The tube to Seven Sisters, the walk up the High Road, the day out in London and the match-day adrenaline. Moreover, having something in common with over 30,000 strangers all shouting Come On You Spurs and collectively sharing the highs and the lows - how can you even explain that to someone who has never felt it?
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This. When I fly over, I get the Stansted Express to Tottenham Hale. I love walking to the ground from there. Yids everywhere. I get a fry in the Titanic cafe on the way. GREAT day out.
 
My first memory was in the Park Lane upper I think in like 1995 when Klinsmann scored the over head kick. I didn't get to see any celebration as I was only like 9. Also a few years later when in the loo some bloke randomly coming up to me, he must have been a bit mental saying to me 'never forget your radio' when at a game. Stuck with me that has, to my grave.
 
my first ever live game was peter simpsons testimonial at highbury in 1976, 10 years old, in the north bank with the rest of the spurs fans. my boy's 10 , i'd fucking kill him for getting up to the sort of shit i did.
 
This ain't a particularly glamorous memory, but my first Tottenham match was at the Lane in September 1981... we played (then Champions) Aston Villa... we lost 3-1, but Ricky VILLA scored for Spurs... AGAINST VILLA... and I remember being quite confused at the time as to how that could happen!

that is all... bless you for listening.

...and on an equally morbid note... was anyone else on the Shelf for it's last game in '87/88 against Luton Town... I've still got my 'bit of Wreath'!! ...ah, the Happy/Sad/Confused memories...
 
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This ain't a particularly glamorous memory, but my first Tottenham match was at the Lane in September 1981... we played (then Champions) Aston Villa... we lost 3-1, but Ricky VILLA scored for Spurs... AGAINST VILLA... and I remember being quite confused at the time as to how that could happen!

that is all... bless you for listening.

...and on an equally morbid note... was anyone else on the Shelf for it's last game in '87/88 against Luton Town... I've still got my 'bit of Wreath'!! ...ah, the Happy/Sad/Confused memories...
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wasn't there on that day, but woz a shelf boy. better class in the shelf. nuts, always out-singing the park lane; but football aficianados who prefered the elevated, middle pitch view.

i remember we used to be so squashed in though, there were times when u'd watch a game without ur feet being on the terrace. just wedged in like sardines.

we used to queue outside the 'boys entrance' in paxton road and pay 90p to get in! massive percentage of fans were teens in them days. but there with their mates, not their dads.
 
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