When we spanked Feyenoord with Cruyff.
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I said completely the same thing and was probably 90% serious. Now the opposite has happened and I want to give it up because I'm completely falling out of love with it all.
I said completely the same thing and was probably 90% serious. Now the opposite has happened and I want to give it up because I'm completely falling out of love with it all.
You remember correct. No sign Gazza was playing until the teams was read out.This was my first ever game as a 6/7 year old with my Dad.
Paid cash at turnstile, stood on east lower.
Remember Gazza was meant to be injured - no name on back of programme. Then was announced he was playing and that roar was incredible.
1-1 Nayim scored I think.
I found some highlights of the game years ago on YouTube but think they got removed sadly.
Great day's sadly goneMy first game was 1990 at home to City. But my Dad took me to WHL some time before to look around. I loved the way the stadium looked as it appeared from the train line. The feeling of excitement of finally seeing the ground and going to my first match, the sounds around the stadium, wish I could relive that. I have an oldish print of the ground from that exact period. Still terracing on 3 sides. Beautiful. And football to enjoy with England’s two best attacking players.
1st game of the season 3-1 winThis was meant to be my first game as an 8 year old with my dad. Still in summer holidays. We were going to meet up with my dad’s old school friend and his Tottenham supporting son.
I recall the night before, we sat down to watch The Land Before Time on rented VHS as a family whilst having fish and chips.
Then disaster struck. Stomach bug. I didn’t make it to the sink to throw up. Later that night my dad came down with the same bug.
Missed it. I remember this more than my first actual game.
This is the point where you are about to be completely dragged back in mate
I’m not sure this time. Off to watch Wycombe Wanderers tomorrow again to support them in their quest to promotion to the championship and beat the doped Wrexham to second. Went in January and it was great compared to watching us and it was a nil nil draw. They’re definitely losing me.
As for the most connected, probably the final game at white hart lane when standing on the pitch with a rainbow overhead. Magical.
Was shelf lower for the Notts County game in the Cup, they scored and this fella near me celebrated, I’m only a kid then and I looked at him in amazement.
Typical that I’d miss a win.
Good times, good times.Have to say those golden moments following the club.
- Jol finding out he had been sacked during the match
- Replacing Redknapp with an accountant called AVB
- Selling Kane cos he didn’t want to be here anymore
- Furloughing the staff during Covid
- Our glorious application to move to Stratford
- Setting the record of 18 months in the premier league for not buying a player
- Conte going on his biggest ever rant
These are the moments that brought a tear to my eye and made me truly love the club. They all made me so connected.
Imagine just being able to walk into our Training Centre today. It’s like Fort Knox.My old man used to take me and my brother to Cheshunt in the early 80,s to watch us train, when you could just walk in, truely magical times when I fell in love with Tottenham. Only occasionally went to matches in the 80s as my old man was a semi pro coach.
The 90,s was the dogs bollocks, the absolute buzz of White Hart Lane and going away, i was 16 in 1990, house music all night long,Italia 90 and Spurs , what a time to be alive.
I was still a regular in the 2000,s, but it was the 90,s for me.
Now look at the state of it
Was so exciting to go and watch that team. None of the sterile environments of today. The anticipation of the match, speculating how many people were going to turn up. Standing on the shelf looking down at the away supporters and seeing them get closer to you as the police opened the next section of the Park Lane end as they filled up the already opened pens. And the attractive football itself played at a faster pace than today without a lot of the play acting and time wasting. A million miles from today’s offering. Take me back any daythe DPleat season of 86-87 possibly, in that I was still living in London, didnt have kids, had a ST on the Shelf, went to quite a few cup games and away matches too when you could just rock up and get in. Hoddle and Waddle, the Clive Allen goals, Clem as keeper, some great football and seemed like lots of goals