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the tales of their favourite matches.
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Arsenal v Spurs (First Division)
7th January 1967
This might not have been an
outstanding game, but to me it was marvellous. It was my first local
derby against the old enemy. I went on my own on a number 19 bus to
Islington and as I was unfamiliar with the area being a South Londoner
at the time, I even had to ask the conductor to tell me when to get off
at Highbury. I was further confused by the stadium itself and ended up
watching the game from the North Bank, not realising it was for the
They were managed by former England captain Billy Wright
at the time and Spurs went into the game off the back of a 4-0 home win
over Newcastle the previous week. The game seemed to fly by and Jimmy
Robertson scored one of the Spurs goals in a 2-0 win. The highlight of
the game was a long run by Frank Saul in the second half that ended with
his terrific long-range shot hitting the bar.
I can't remember too much
about what else happened, but because we beat the old enemy 2-0 at their
place, that was all that mattered.
Nottingham Forest v Spurs (First
It was only my second away game
outside London, but for 45 sublime minutes, I could have been watching
Real Madrid from the late 50's or early 60's. Spurs may never have
played a better half of football than this and very few mention it as a
high point in their time supporting the club.
Three up by half-time,
with a goal from Ossie and two from Archibald, they knocked the ball
around and made Forest look a barely competent side, which at the time
was a considerable achievement. Although Daines, McAllister and Lacy
were in the team, they all played their part in a performance which
looks light years away from how Spurs play away from the Lane these
I'm not sure if this was ever captured on video, but it would
really be worth looking at if anyone does have it. Football how it
should be played.
Spurs v West Ham United (First
19th April 1969
My first ever Spurs match was one I
will remember forever. The smell of hots dogs and cheap panatelas
will stay with me forever and walking up the steps inside the ground to
see the green grass (what there was of it in those days) was so
exciting. A small nine-year old in the Paxton Road
end crowd of huge blokes and West Ham fans. Despite the local
rivalry, in those days there was enough room for me to have a clear view
and the mixed supporters around me took care to give me a bit of
The game itself was not as
memorable, but two things stick out in my mind.
It was the game
when Jimmy Greaves and Bobby Moore jigged with arms linked during a
quiet passage of play - a picture that is commonly found even
today. The other was the fact that Jimmy Greaves scored the only
goal of the game by slotting the ball through Peter Grotier's legs right
in front of me. It is the only competitive goal I saw Greavsie
score for Spurs and one that epitomised his skill as an ace goal-taker.
Spurs v Chelsea (First Division)
22nd August 1987
The highs and lows of being a
Spurs fan through the 90's are known to all. We get a bad time
from the Press because we are ambitious for our team. We get a
hard time from the Gooners because, let's be honest, they've been light
years head for at least 10 years, probably more when you think they took
the title (but not the double !!!) in 1991.
We've gone from betting on if we finish above Arsenal, to looking at
West Ham and Charlton as our peers. We've also developed some strange bogey
teams. I go to Villa Park every year to meet some friends, when
did we last win there ? We've had two chances to send Coventry down
(even pre Hartson this had to be a worthy endeavour) and missed out on
We've been stuffed by Newcastle letting in seven goals on two occasions,
need I go on ?
And then there is Chelsea. Oh yes, then there is Chelsea......
In September or October 1987 (I think), we beat them at The Lane, I
think for the last time in 20 odd attempts, other than a 1-0 at Stamford
Bridge in the early 90's. Pleat was rebuilding after Hoddle and Gough
had left. Nico Claesen was playing, Johnny Metgod made a cameo
appearance, Hazard was playing for them and Clemence was still pure
I was sitting in a Lower stand, I remember Claesen taking a diver after
an altercation with a Chelsea player who was sent off. I was
wearing a distinctive red and white stripped shirt that day - and I
found myself suddenly aware of the proximity of the Chelsea fans.
There was lots of abuse being hurled over - and remember my goal
celebrations when the afore mentioned Claesen scored coming to an abrupt
end when I realised that some of the Chelsea fans were pointed at me (at
least in my direction) and making their displeasure known.
My brother was in the away section, and we were due to meet outside the
game. The police let everybody out together, and I remember running down
the High Road and hiding in a 'phone box until the away fans passed.
Why do I remember the day ?? I was ***** scared, it was about the last
time I won a bet with my brother, Claesen scored and I always rated him
and felt sorry for his forced midfield cameos when Clive Allen was on
When I think of Chelsea now, remember this day, as well as the 60 odd
year wait we had to win at Anfield. I hate bogey teams, another
legacy of the 90's is that we seem to have so many of them !
Our day will come, maybe next year, 2-0 home and away to us, and Poyet
and Petit score the goals .............................!!
Spurs v Leeds United (First Division)
28 April 1975
Spurs needed at least a draw to remain in the First Division. A full
house for a memorable mid week match. Despite being only 8 years old at
the time, I recall an outstanding performance (possibly one of few) from
one Alfie Conn, who scored twice and threatened for 90 minutes to be a
Spurs player adored forever.
Post match, my Father and I left the ground buzzing and walked the
Tottenham back streets for two hours trying to find a lost car.
'ALFIE CONN'S HAIR'
Wimbledon v Tottenham Hotspur (Premier League)
2nd May 1998 (Selhurst
We had been in and
around the relegation dog fight all season; Changed managers, Jurgen had
recovered from a broken jaw and now we faced the Wombles who had not
scored in a game of football for ages. Which means that they are bound
to score against us!
The Arthur Wait
Stand is aptly named, because it is the only place I know which has
seats but the view is so poor means you have to stand. Terracing with
We had to win this
game to make sure that we stayed in the top flight. Ferdinand scores.
One nil. We're safe! Then a player who I hadn't heard of scores two
goals and we are losing two one. O my God!
Ginola had been
tormenting Ben Thatcher, and early in the second half he was sent off!
Spurs went into overdrive. Jurgen scores 4 goals and Saib bags one as
well. What was I worrying about! Safe! The journey home was electric!
Fans singing on the trains, strangers hugging each other it was such a
relief to know that we had survived that roller coast of a season.
Tottenham Hotspur v Arsenal -
As you know being
a Spurs fan isn't easy; some great highs some bad lows, but I think to
me it has to be my first ever game. I was six years old when my
brother in law (a huge Spurs fan)
told me he was taking me to a game. Spurs v Gooners at the Lane
some 39 years ago. Not that I can remember too much about the
football its self (a 1-1 draw) but the atmosphere, the crowd, the noise,
being taken in and put on the old Shelf.
These are the things that
get into your blood and this
is why I LOVE being a Spurs man. Although I have lived in
the U.S.A. now for the last 17 years, I still get home regularly but
always plan my trip to coincide with when the boys are at home.
Last trip Spurs 1 Gooners 1, my next trip home is in October 2001, so
the game to watch is v Derby County.
Have a nice life from
Tottenham Hotspur v Olympiakos Pireaus (UEFA Cup Round 2 - 2nd
25th October 1972
I have a
confession to make: The first game of football I saw was at Highbury.
I’m not proud of it, but I had to tell someone. I was 7 years old and
I remember nothing about the game or the opposition, but I do know the
result – no prizes for guessing – it was 0-0.
with a heavy heart. Football was no fun, I thought, but happily I was
wrong. A short while later, on the night of Wednesday 25th
of October 1972, Dad took me to the Lane.
2nd round 1st leg UEFA Cup-Tie v Olympiakos
Piraeus. I’m sure being a European
Tie, the atmosphere would have been greater compared to the Gooners
dreary league game. At the time, however, I just forgot my harrowing
Highbury experience and got caught up in the match.
fade of the actual game – I can remember four goals going in; two from Pearce
and one each from Chivers and Coates. I do recall the players becoming legends in that 90 minutes – Peters,
Knowles and Gilzean all stuck in the memory, but it
was big Pat Jennings who attained instant hero status.
recall the away supporters coming into the North Stand and giving out
peanuts to the young Spurs fans.
Imagine that happening now. Sadly this treasured memento has long
So, I was set for life.
To be fair to Dad, he’d always been Spurs through and through and there
was never any doubt as to who I would follow. As for him taking me to
Arsenal, I can never forgive him.
Tottenham Hotspur v Manchester City (FA Cup Final Replay)
25th May 1981
most memorable match for me has to be the FA Cup Final replay of 1981,
although memories are now vague. A disadvantage of age I think.
didn't manage to get tickets for the final itself, but I obtained two £10
tickets for £15 pounds each. Not bad by today's standards.
All I can remember of the match is Garth crooks scoring the equaliser
for 2-2 and then Ricky Villa's wonder goal. It seems to have
erased all my other memories of the game. I couldn't speak, even
my wife was jumping up and down and she doesn't like
seem to remember my wife standing (we had seats but nobody was using
them) next to a young City supporter with his mum, he could only have
been about 10 years old and when Ricky scored his face was a mass of
tears. It took the edge off the win a bit, but I was still on
another planet. Perhaps I'm too much of a softie.
also saw both the Final and the replay the following year, but it had
nothing on this match.
on one of your other postings regarding the 4-2 win against Leeds to
stay up. I was there too. Brilliant atmosphere both, but
that's our Spurs for you.
Tottenham Hotspur v Watford (Premier League)
26th December 1999
Not so much of a "classic"
encounter in the footballing kind, this match was to me an eye opener
into just what football means to the real fans of football. The game in
question was against Watford in the Premiership on Boxing Day of '99.
The result, a whopping 4-0 to the Spurs, but on that particular day I
saw something that was a complete joy to watch, (and not on the pitch).
So often these days, cries of managers and Chairman out, abuse to
players (especially those who are often in the public eye, one Mr. B. in
particular) rain from the terraces around England. You could be forgiven
for forgetting that most people had pay in excess of £25 to watch their
teams for 90 minutes purely to moan and whine! All so called
"fans" guilty of these charges were taught a lesson in how to
really SUPPORT your club on this day (26.12.1999).
They were a club who always new that the dizzying heights of the top
flight were not to last. From the supporters, to the players to the
backroom staff. They were there to give it their best efforts and
to show the rest of us how to back a team, all whilst knowing that
trophies and medals would more than likely not be in the cabinets at
Vicarage Road come the end of the season. The fans were a sight and
sound that I could never have believed and this was all from some 2000
travelling away fans. For a constant 90 minutes (and some) they pushed
their team forward (metaphorically speaking at least). No heads dropped
within either players nor fans, the chanting and the parties just got
louder and more gigantic than they had begun. Even at 4-0 they all truly
showed US exactly how we could really help the Spurs go on to better
things. Apart from the goals the away fans had proved to be more value
for money purely for the lesson they had taught not only us, but
hopefully the rest of the Premiership.
So lets take note and turn this
pessimism that you sometimes feel all around the Lane, and turn it in to
something worth while.
Tottenham Hotspur v Southampton (Premier League)
Sunday 7th February
1993 saw our ever promising young side with the likes of Nick
Barmby, Shaggy, Andy Turner (remember him )
entertain Southampton at the Lane. To make this even more special the
game was live on Sky for all the nation to see. Now I remember that the
crowd was only in the twenty thousand mark that day and this
was a real shame because whoever didn't make it to the match missed a
Ian Dowie gave the
Saints the lead, late in the first half, we had our fair amount of
possession and clear cut chances but we just couldn't take them.
As usual, me and my friend were starting to think that
it was going to be another bad day at the office, but little
did we know.
The second half got
underway with the game spreading from one end to another. Then on 54
mins. something happened that, for me, was incredible,
four goals in as many minutes.
Mr. Sheringham scored a far post header to level things up,
then it was little Barmby chance to flourish and he did with great ease,
2-1 to Spurs and what a relief. Shaggy then got in
on the action and scored his first Premiership goal; he took
the goal very well with a delightful side-foot raising
half volley. By this time the fans were going crazy and who who
could blame them ? I was one of them. Sheringham then scored again
to make it 4-1 to Spurs and I as well as everyone one else couldn't
quite believe what was going on. You see, for that four or five
minutes, I had such an incredible feeling inside, one of sheer emotion
that was so special to me.
I hope I get more of
them feelings in the coming season.
Tottenham Hotspur v Wolverhampton Wanderers (First Division)
6th February 1982
The whole day couldn't have gone better
for Spurs. Former FIFA president, Sir Stanley Rous, opened the new (as it was
back then) West Stand to fireworks and the Spurs ground which had consisted of
three sides while the building work had continued, was once again complete.
As for the match, it was a bit of a
procession too. Spurs romped it with a whacking victory over Wolves, who
played in the first League game at the Lane 74 years previous.
It will always be remembered for two
things in the match. Firstly, it saw Ricky Villa's one and only hat trick for
Spurs, where players were trying to set him up so obviously, when they could
have increased the score even further. The other thing was Garth Crooks'
bullet header which must have been one of the most powerful ever seen at the
famous old ground.
Tottenham Hotspur v Feyenoord (UEFA Cup Second Round 1st Leg)
19th October 1983
It’s a really
difficult thing to define the most memorable match, there are so many
triumphs, so much despair and so many hopes blown away in a swathe of
dodgy left backs and carthorse centre halves. If it was any more of a
roller coaster I’d be a sad Manc git in light blue (God bless you
most pleasure must surely be the 1981 FA Cup final replay against QPR.
Just about to pay twice the odds for crap seats outside the stadium I
hear an announcement that 3,000 tickets are still available at the
ticket office, so we end up 30 yards from Perryman as he lifts the cup
for the second year in a row. But what a dreadful game, apart from
Roberts run for the penalty it was devoid of excitement. However things
picked up later culminating in a celebration shag across the bonnet of
my car. I wonder where Yvette Roberts is know? Probably across the
bonnet of someone's Bentley.
into the darker corners of my memory are the away trips to Ipswich in
the mid eighties with a bunch of tractor loving, twelve toed relatives
from Suffolk, getting abused by a policeman and finally watching us go
down 3-0, I remember watching the Ipswich game last Christmas and
thinking thank god they haven’t got Woods Mariner and Beattie or it
could have been 8. Another nightmare was the trip to Highbury with a car
load of goons, again only to see Crooks and Archibald look as though
they had never met each other. 2-0 to the Arse wipe and so much stick on
the way home only served to confirm my prejudice.
my son James to see his first ever game at the Lane was something very
special, even if we did lose again, this time to Villa 1-0 with Ugo
scoring against the run of play. But the most memorable must be the 83
UEFA Cup home leg against Feyenoord. The previous history between the
clubs made this a must see game fuelled by the bad mouthing from an
ageing Johann Cryuff, telling everybody how he was going to keep Hoddle
quiet. You usually get nervous when we go 1-0 up early in a game, but
this time things just got better. The football was brilliant 48,000
screaming the team on and a seat directly above Keith Burkenshaws bald
spot. 4-0 up at half time and Burkensahws leaping in and out the dugout
bellowing at Perryman to get closer to his player ‘F---ING GET HOLD OF
HIM' was one of the more audible shouts. I’m sure he could teach
Georgie a thing or two about advice from the sideline.
think 4-0 down as the whistle went for half time the away support would
be silent, no way. As they trudged off about 5,000 Dutch supporters
started singing and jumping around, they unfurled flags and banners,
half the Park Lane end seemed alive with crazy heaving Dutchmen. They
continued the singing (in English) to the final whistle and their team
pulled two goals back. The whole experience was inspiring, you
couldn’t help but be overcome by the noise, colour and shear vibrancy
of the occasion. I felt honoured to have been there when my team defined
‘Glory Glory Nights'.
Tottenham Hotspur v Middlesbrough (Premier League)
13th September 1998
This game will always stick in my
mind. Its like a nightmare and still brings about a shudder every time
we play these Northern minnows.
The day started off terribly.
It was a Sunday game, my first as a season ticket holder and I'd decided
to leave early to make sure of arriving on time. Unfortunately,
despite getting to the station an hour and a quarter before kick off,
the next train turned up an hour later, stopped first at Tottenham Hale,
leaving five minutes to leg it from the Hale to the Lane. As we all know
its a fair way, especially in jeans and leather jacket!!
Anyway, to the game! No sooner had I
taken my seat than 'Boro waltzed through the space which Vega was supposed to
be filling and Ricard (I think) smashed the ball into the net sending
their fans into delirium. With Pleat in interim charge as Gross had
recently been sacked, hope was still there. However Ricard got another
before half time and we were three down at the interval. Saib was
substituted at half time in what turned out to be his last appearance
for Spurs (at the Lane certainly) and the game gently meandered to its
conclusion without further addition to the scoring.
Stopping in the pub to drown my
sorrows on the way home, I missed the only train back and didn't end up
getting home until about 10.30. Considering the game ended before 6,
that's pretty poor.
Certainly a day to forget, if only I
Tottenham Hotspur v Arsenal (Division One)
4th April 1983
4th 1983 – Funnily enough it’s not a date every Spurs fan
will instantly respond with the result, or more importantly, the
opposition, if quizzed.
I remember it very well. We just happened to defeat the Arse 5-0 that
think it was an Easter Monday, but that’s not important. We still had
the remains of some of the FA Cup final team from 81/82, but the Arse
were extremely poor in those days – if only.......?
remember taking my seat in the East stand and shortly before kick off, a
Gooner took his seat behind us, with the comment ‘It’ll be one way
traffic as usual’.
lead 3-0 at half time, with Chrissy Hughton scoring two great goals. But
these were both eclipsed by a stunning goal from Mark Falco. It began
right from the back with Clemence finding O’Reilly, a magnificent turn
by Terry Gibson, leaving ‘Tubby’ Sansom trailing and a run down the
wing, before crossing for Falco to score an absolute SCREAMER volley
into the top corner.
second half was spent taking the ‘p’ out of their keeper, George
Wood, who seemed to miss everything coming his way.
can still remember turning to the Gooner as I left, saying ‘You were
right about it being one way !’ (Lowering to his level, but what the
managed to get a copy of the match video and every now and again allow
myself to indulge – what chance a Teddy volley this year ?
Tottenham Hotspur v Millwall (First Division)
This was a magical day for me. I was 19 at the time and
had been going to White Hart Lane, form Shrewsbury, as part of the now
defunct Telford Supporters Branch, since I left school. (I now travel
with a friend by car as season ticket holders in the North Stand Lower).
This particular game epitomized what Gazza stood for, an aspect of the
game which now escapes us. That is, a true character who played with
spirit, drive and a real love of pleasing the crowd. To begin with I was
impressed by the huge Millwall following, packed into Park Lane.
The familiar chant "No-one likes us" bellowed angrily for much
of the game - a real passion emanated form them, but with aggression
One player put paid to their
hostility - Gazza. He was, as ever, at the crux of their anger, being
constantly barracked for his alleged love of Mars Bars. His skill and
endeavor had the Millwall fans swooning. But one moment had them won
over - as no other player could or can. When poised to take a free kick,
he took the ball, shovelled it under his shirt and begun to parade
before the Millwall fans, wobbling as he walked. They loved it and the
game went on as though there had never been a hostile visitor in the
stadium. The fact that he went on to score a customary magical goal to
cap it all is almost by the by. Oh and of course, Waddle's goal was
special too. A body swerve to avoid the ref who stood right before him
on the edge of the box, that was followed instantly with a curling
drive. What a day. What a game. Another Gazza please? Never I
Liverpool v Tottenham Hotspur (FA Cup 6th Round)
11th March 1995
What a day arrived in Merseyside at 11.00 just in time
for the pub to open. Got chatting to a number of Liverpool
all quoted we were going to get stuffed. Well I said we will wait and
We got to the ground
and Spurs had the whole end. The game kicked off and after about 20
minutes, with no problem holding our own, then Fowler struck .
We thought "Oh no !!" were out, but I remember my dad saying
"It's 90 minutes, we will come back" and I
Then it happened -
44mins - Sheringham bent a wonderful shot past James for 1-1. I
was right behind that and the crowd went mad.
87min - Klinsmann
scored. I can remember it well; I was in row M and finished up
in row C !!
One Jurgen Klinsmann !!
Bournemouth v Tottenham Hotspur (Friendly)
25th July 1987
I haven't been to many
Spurs games as living in Dorset and being skint aren't the best circumstances
for being able to go.
However one game that I have seen does stand out.
This was a pre-season friendly at Dean Court, must have been 1987 or so,
between AFC Bournemouth and the mighty Spurs. I went with a number of friends
from school, and as I was the only Spurs fan going we had to sit in the
Bournemouth end. As a naive schoolboy I still wore my Spurs bobble hat and
scarf, fortunately as it was a friendly the Bournemouth fans around us were
quite tolerant of me.
The game itself was magnificent. Spurs were clearly the better team but seemed
intent on giving the crowd a close match rather than playing as tightly as
they could, and Bournemouth were a credit to the (then) Third Division, with
the result that the game ding-donged either way before ending up 4-4 at ninety
The undisputed star of the show was Chris Waddle; he was at his mesmerising
best, showing he could easily beat the Bournemouth defence, but occasionally
taking it easier than necessary. I believe he scored twice, but the one single
highlight of the game was when Waddle hit a volley from inside the
centre-circle. Instead of arcing up and down as that sort of shot usually
does, he hit it with such power that it was still rising slightly when it
cannoned off the top of the crossbar. It was nearly the greatest goal I have
ever seen and a moment that will always live with me.
West Moors, Dorset
Wolverhampton Wanderers v Tottenham Hotspur (UEFA Cup Final 1st Leg)
3rd May 1972
I always smile when I see among the
collage of goals shown before the games at WHL - the 30 yard drive by
Martin Chivers that put us 2-1 up in the last minute at Molineux. I was
standing right behind that goal and the stunned silence of the Wolves
crowd followed by the jubilation among the Tottenham contingent is a
moment I'll never forget.
Three of us teenagers drove up the motorway in an old Ford Austin and
picked up a fourth exiled Londoner who was at Warwick University at the
time. He jumped out of a bush and flagged us down on the hard-shoulder
much to our amusement (highly illegal - don't recommend it).
Can't remember too much about the actual game now. I remember us all
singing "Sha-la-la-la-Mullery" to the Small Faces hit tune
when we defended a corner and Alan Mullery smiling up at us and waving
his arms to encourage more volume. We duly obliged. I also recall that
the popular song of the time was "Mouldy Old Dough" which was
played before the game. Our interpretation of "Mouldy Old
Wolves" was not well received.
The second leg was a bit of an anti-climax, but with Sha-la-la-la-Mullery
scoring an all important goal we won the UEFA cup for the first time.
Millwall v Tottenham Hotspur (FA Cup 3rd Round)
28th January 1967
This is how it started ...
My most memorable game was my first one. It was Jan 1967, 3rd
round of the FA cup away at Millwall. I was only 11 and I went
with a mate who was a Millwall fan (at the time I was neither), but I
came away from that match as a Spurs fan . It was the first time
I'd ever seen Jimmy Greaves play. Just watching all the big
stars like Jennings and England, Mackay, Beal, Robertson etc. was
amazing. I remember that there was a crowd of 49,000 and I was stood
at the FRONT and the pitch was at my eye-level !!!!!!
It was a 0-0 draw, we won the
replay and went on to win the cup that year, but it was to be a
few more years later before I could afford to go again.
Oxford United v Tottenham Hotspur (FA Cup 3rd
4th January 1986
Saturday January 4th, 1986: FA Cup
Third Round, Oxford Utd 1, Spurs 1.
Hardly the most exciting of
fixtures; hardly the greatest of performances (far from it - we were
pretty dreadful on the day) but this game still ranks one of the most
important games for me as a Spurs fan.
The side of 1985-86 was stuck in a rut: after dazzling success at the
beginning of the decade, Tottenham were struggling to live up to their
potential despite considerable outlay in successive seasons. One of the
signings was John Chiedozie, a pacy, tricky winger but one who had
flattered to deceive for much of this particular campaign. By Christmas,
we were out of the running for the League with the Cup (change the
bleedin' record) providing our only hope of salvation.
As per usual, Spurs fans turned out in force for the visit to the Manor
Ground. It's due to close down and suffice to say, I won't be mourning
its loss as it was dreadful stadium. That day, standing on a bank of
crumbling terracing, we were exposed to everything the elements could
throw at us driving rain, sleet, snow; you name, we had it. Could
it get any worse? Yes it did, as Oxford took the lead.
Midway through the second
half with the players slipping and sliding all over the pitch and Tottenham
showing no sign of making the breakthrough, a song began to stir from the
massed ranks of freezing, soaked away fans. 'Spurs are on their way to Wembley'
someone murmured, soon joined by another and then another, and then more,
until the whole end was singing in unison. This didn't happen with Tottenham
fans usually we moaned like crazy and only gave the team our support if we
were doing well, but here we were offering unqualified, loud backing.
Suitably stunned by the vociferous singing, the players responded and actually
raised their game, culminating in Chiedozie grabbing an unlikely equaliser to
joyful acclaim from the visiting throng. It was like we'd actually won the
Cup, let alone simply achieved a replay.
Predictably we won nothing
that season, but some of us learned an important lesson: get behind the team
and they may respond. Something many of us would do well to remember today.
Newcastle United v Tottenham Hotspur (Premier
5th May 1996
Newcastle away fixture of season 95/96 presented Spurs with their most
recent chance of qualifying for Europe through our league
position. A win and other results going our way meant we were in
Europe, a win of three goals by the Toon and a Man Utd defeat meant they
won the league. All to play for on the final day of the season.
game is particularly memorable for me as this has been the only time
that I have queued overnight for a ticket. I had heard stories of
fans sleeping outside the ground to get a ticket during our glory years,
but I never thought I would actually have to do this myself. OK,
it doesn’t really compare with these stories from yesteryear, but I
still felt it was necessary to queue early, or late as it was, for a
ticket for this massive game. Also, Newcastle only allocated us no
more than 1,000 tickets and this was never going to satisfy
demand. I started queuing at around 1 a.m. and there were around
20 people already in front of me. By the time the tickets went on
sale there were easily over 100 people in front of me!?! I got my
ticket at 10.30 a.m.
game itself was a rollercoaster of emotions for both sets of fans.
Firstly, news reached us that Man Utd were winning, this silenced the
home support. We then took the lead more or less a minute later
through a fine finish from Jason Dozzell of all people. Bolton by
now had scored against Arsenal. We were in Europe. Oh no we
weren't !! Les Ferdinand equalised for the Toon and Arsenal scored two
late goals, typical.
sets of fans returned home disappointed, we just had a slightly longer
Tottenham Hotspur v Everton (Premier League)
28th December 1998
My most memorable game was playing
Everton at home in the 98/99
season (I forget the date). It was a bit of a nothing game for quite a
while. We went down 1-0 to the Scousers, who all went silly and starting
abusing us with their uninspiring chants and songs.
I was finding it hard to take as I
was seated quite close to the away section. However, we soon found our
voice when we equalised and it remained 1-1 for quite a while. The lads
were starting to impose themselves on the game and had Everton under the
cosh - it was looking promising. And then came the moment that made this
game special for me - Armo was subbed on.
There was the collective, and usual,
groan around the ground. Even I found myself thinking "Why? Why
bring Chrissie on when we're doing well??" Armo, as ever in his
fitful Tottenham career, had been going through a bad run of form. There
were a few jeers and boos from that minority of our fans who feel it
necessary and find it acceptable to lambast their own players. This made
me furious as it always does, but I couldn't help but sympathise with
their sentiments regarding Armo's recent form. But then, the magic
happened. Ginola took his game to a higher level and just started to
make more and more happen.
The Scousers were all over the shop,
their midfield and defence being torn apart and looking bewildered and
disorganised. The result was a hat-trick for our man Armo - he probably
should have got 4 or 5, but 3 would do, I concluded. He took each goal
calmly and his finishing was exquisite. I was over the moon with a 4 -1
victory, of course, but I was more over the moon for Chris. He's been a
long serving Tottenham player and though his form and his time at the
Lane has been a mixture of brilliance and indifference, he has always
given his all in the face of adversity, and downright hostility, from
his own fans. He's put up with a lot of jeers and boos and sarcastic
cheering when he completes a pass to a team-mate, but Armo has always
persevered for our club in spite of this. It was a great feeling for me,
after the game, to see him so happy as he came to applaud and
thank the fans who were all cheering with true sincerity.
Though I was not there, my favourite Tottenham game was the UEFA Cup
Final in 84. I was 11 and don't remember much of the game from the TV,
except from Graham Roberts's last gasp goal which kept us in the game. I
went completely daft at home in the living room - jumping up and down
and screaming with sheer delight until my dad told me to calm down and
shut up (he's not really a footie fan). Roll on those glory days
Tottenham Hotspur v Arsenal.
(FA Cup semi final)
14th April 1991
Could there be a better game to make my debut at a live
match !! 80,000 people half of them going home in abject depression
(poor Gooners); the other half in raptures of joy.
Gazza's free kick is a moment I will
never forget and I still feel privileged to have seen him play at his
peak. By far the best player I have ever seen play.
What is there that hasn't been said
about this famous and historic match. Well. What makes it
better was that I was in the Gooner end (it's what comes with being
related to scum fans) and was right behind the free kick as flew on its
path to destiny. Then five minutes later it was 2-0. A piece
of magic from Gazza again down the right and a typical Lineker poacher
And despite a bit of pressure in the
second half from those poor men in red what a way to end with Lineker
waltzing around Donkey face and Seamen dropping the ball into the net.
I smiled all the way home in my Tottenham rosette and almost got
attacked by some seriously pissed off Gooners.
All in a day's life of an eight year
Tottenham Hotspur v Manchester United (Premier
12th December 1998
My allegiance to the blue and white army started at the age of 9,
during an innocent conversation, sometime in 1991 (to my utter
frustration I can't recall a thing about the Cup win, but it must have
been the same time) with my best friend in primary school, a Turkish boy
named Evren, who to this day is only a day younger than me. He told me
of the great Spurs and since that day I have constantly defended and
proclaimed their name to all the Arsenal, Man U and Liverpool glory
hunter kids in the class.
My first proper (by proper I mean Spurs, having seen Palace and
Wimbledon play numerous times with a friend of the family, who has since
left us) match wasn't actually until 1996, a belated Christmas present
from my parents. My dad took me to see Southampton, his childhood
heroes, visit the Lane, incidentally on his birthday 2nd March. I recall
waiting with baited breath on the journey up there what sights would
prevail me, would I catch a glimpse of Sheri or Armstrong knocking one
in? Would C#mpb#ll return from injury? Would Slade be given a starting
Upon seeing the golden cockerel clock for the first time I had a special
feeling, as if to say this was the club for me, I was here, I had
As my Dad found the right gate to go through, I saw a face I thought
I recognised. It was Clive Wilson! and there's Ronnie Rosenthal! the man
who gave whose hat trick gave us a memorable 2-6 win at the Dell exactly
a year previously. As luck would have it my Dad had managed to get us
tickets, which meant we had to pass through the players entrance, so I
begged him to try and get an autograph. It became obvious that
most of the players were already inside and Rocket Ronnie was being
beckoned inside. I was tiptoeing against the iron fences, my hand
outstretched with a piece of paper gaping for Ronnie's scrawl. I
remember him passing us, walking directly in front of us, but strangely
ignoring me in my bright purple change kit. I was gutted.
Was this a sign? Had I done something to the Israeli nation in a
Still, there was still a match to be played. We cut under the cold
grey stands, stopping momentarily to pick up a couple of cheese bagels
with a slight hint of rubber, and then I saw it. I was inside the
stadium. I was no more than 10 metres from the pitch. The
pitch I had seen countless times on Match of the Day. I ran back
to my Dad, who was walking at a normal pace, as compared to my gleeful
gallop, with a big grin on my face. He didn't seem to know what
the big deal was but I was in heaven. As we found our seats (mine
being next to a Nigel Lythgoe look-alike, and we were on the edge of the
West Stand coming into the South Stand, near the away supporters) I
tried to identify the people warming up on the pitch.
I recall being impressed by the way Bruce Grobbelaar could bowl out
the ball from behind his back (he would get the ball in one hand and
kind of wrap it around his back and throw it through his other
arm). I watched him and Dave Beasant train for a long time before
being slightly amused at the pixelatted pictures of the players on the
scoreboard, taking pictures of Fox and Sheringham when they were
I don't recall too much from the match, just the fact that I missed the
goal, which turned out to be the winner, from that renowned journeyman
Jason Dozzell. We were concentrating on one of the Spurs
midfielders, who had received a hefty whack from a Saints boot, when the
ball must have hoofed into the area, and, as later viewed on MotD, was
kneed in by Dozzy.
I remember the cheer at the end when our three points were confirmed,
and wasn't that upset at the fact that it was widely viewed as one of
the most boring matches that season, a view highlighted by Des that
night and in the papers the following days.
My next Spurs match was a routine 3-1 win at Selhurst Park against
Palace, viewed with four school friends, which was secured by goals from
Saib, Berti and Jurgen the German during his second spell.
Probably my most memorable and unforgettable match was the visit of Man
U to the Lane in mid December 1998. Having tried, and failed to
negotiate the phone lines for tickets for the Liverpool match the
previous week, my Scouser-wannabe friend and I had to settle
for the visit of the eventual treble winners (Not a bad
consolation!). The booing of Teddy saddened me somewhat, having
been a favourite of mine in his spell at the club. We instantly
felt at home in the throbbing mass that is the lower East Stand, almost
directly opposite where I sat before. As the match it became clear
we weren't going to have it easy, as summer target, Ole gave the Reds a
two-goal lead before half time. There seemed to be no way past the
nemesis that was Peter Schmeichel, on what was assumed to be one of his
last appearances in London before he headed back to Denmark.
But then, as darkness greeted the
half past four lights on the scoreboards, something remarkable
happened. We scored. And then again, we equalised in
the last minute. We had taken a point of the Champions
elect. The place was buzzing and the atmosphere was
electric. The journey home, accompanied by a couple of big hot
spittle-infested Burgers from 'Stavros's Place', was one I will
The scorer of the two Spurs goals ? Some reject we couldn't get
rid of fast enough, I forget his name, Saul CombBoll or something
Don't know what's
happened to him since, his career has just gone downhill ...
(19 year old Student, goes to about 5 games a season.)
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