I think I was losing interest in football until Martin Jol
I certainly had little interest in spending my limited money on going to games in the Graham and Hoddle era. Santini had me excited as he was doing well with France and Arnseson was signing everyone.
Then the football started. Errrrgh. Ok, perhaps we looked harder to beat than the days where Newcastle and Chelsea were scoring 6 & 7 against us.
After a weird start where we went 3 down to Charlton in Jol's first game, we nearly got a 3-3 out of it. Then the ding dong 4-5 derby after. What a game. I've always maintained, that is one of the greatest games in football history and, given the fact we had fuck all to lose, losing it wasn't awful for once. A boring loss to Villa came (who were a bogey side until then really)
Then we won 5 in the bounce. I don't recall ever winning 5 in a row as a Spurs fan until then.
I wasn't fully back in but I was back to watching the games on TV live rather than being a bit "meh"
The next season was gripping. Fucking Lasagne.
I think I was more gutted when it was becoming obvious Jol was done than when it was obvious Poch was done.
I wonder what would have happened to Jol, Levy, Arsneson etc if we'd have won that last game against Spam and got that CL spot then.
Chelsea had just won their 2nd title so were on the up. We'd have kicked Arse out of the CL for the first time since Wenger arrived and prevented the whole 25 years in a row or whatever it was. City were years away from being formed.
That always feels like the biggest lost opportunity. And nothing will ever convince me it was an accident they all got ill.