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Tottenham Hotspur v Leicester City (Worthington Cup
21 March 1999
clock must be turned back a few years to 1999. I was working in
the same company, but a new role that involved the World Rally
Championship and my first event was to come up soon. Then, about
the same time, I knew Spurs had made it to the Worthington Cup Final.
This was a moment many of us had been waiting for - a Cup chance at last
that hopefully we wouldn't blow like the infamous and historic occasion
against Coventry in '87 when we lost out first ever FA Cup Final.
So here it was - ticket had been obtained through some contacts from
UEFA and myself and a mate had what turned out to be wicked seats.
Then - horror struck. A few days before I was told I needed to go
to the Rally of Portugal. Not a problem I said, I'll get the last
flight out of Heathrow that evening, AFTER the match and well, Heathrow
and Wembley are not too far away. So plans were made.
was due to drop my suitcase off at a friends, watch the match, leave at
fulltime on the dot and get a taxi to the friends who live near the
airport. Sorted - I met them, and left the case with them. I
then got dressed - Spurs shirt, jacket, large jesters hat, flag - the
works. This was a day to be proud and show it in all its glory.
This was a day for victory.
was great as always (sure there were the usual hold ups, etc) but I
still don't think I will ever encounter a 'Wembley Way walk' again
like that day or at any other stadium. We are fools to be losing
that, in my opinion. We all got ready for the greatest day.
game was never going to be great, but the passion flowed. I loved
the feeling. The smell. The glory ... Even Robbie
Savage and his desire and achievement to get Edinburgh sent off did not
destroy that. Then Nielsen popped up with the header in the last
minute and my day was made. I was hoarse, but happy. How
could I leave and miss holding the Cup in Wembley. So I stayed -
very very happy, for about 20 mins. Then left. Couldn't find
a taxi, walked miles for a train to Heathrow. Ended up getting my
flight with five minutes to spare, having my friends meet me at the
airport with my luggage. But the greatest bit - walking through
London streets and then Heathrow airport decked out in Spurs gear with a
massive smile, and people looking at me. Did I care - no way -
this was a great day.
I landed in Portugal and was met by my boss and others - and there's me
hardly dressed for the occasion. But who cares. Regardless
of the quality or anything else, in that 89th minute, My Eyes Did
See The Glory!!!
Derby County v Tottenham Hotspur
A long time ago before Harry Potter
there was a team in Derby who were quite good, Brian Clough bossed them
to European glory. One day Spurs visited the Baseball Ground and
me and my bruvver went.
He always got us lost going to away
games and so I said "as soon as we get within sniffing distance of
the ground ... park it". This we did in a multi storey car park in
Derby. "where's the Baseball Ground we asked the car park attendant
in the box, right then left then left again and that's where you catch
the bus !
*king great , still lets get on with
it. We got in the ground five minutes after kick off and asked wot's the
score to the turnstile bloke ... two nil to Derby. Oh yes,
good joke. But it wasn't a joke, three two to Derby at half time and
game on. Money well spent.
The second half kicked off and we
conceded another five in our end, eight two. We left to catch the bus
shell shocked and demoralised until we got to the car park to find the
Character building isn't it Glenn.
Please help restore my pride.
STEVE (EXILED IN
Tottenham Hotspur (Carling Cup - Second Round)
Spurs fan should travel to an away game. If you don't you will
never know just how massive a club Tottenham are. Spurs had just
sacked Glenn Hoddle and a lot of the away support must have been
wondering what kind of result Spurs would get. David Pleat had
again taken temporary charge.
got off the train at Coventry and had been told about a pub called The
Rocket near the station which was an 'away' pub. I walked through
the doors and heard loud singing and wondered if was indeed the right
pub ? Spurs fans had packed the pub out and had been singing at
the top of their voices since lunch time. The poor bar maid had
had enough ... it was an evening kick off ! After chatting to a
few we all set of for the ground. A quite old looking stadium.
We must have had about 4-5,000 fans in the ground and Coventry had given
us the whole side of the ground.
fans got behind the team and songs such as 'Campbell loves Barrymore'
and 'you're supposed to be at home' were sung to drown out any home fans
attempts at singing.
opened the proceedings with an excellent solo effort which got the Spurs
faithful shouting even louder. Robbie Keane finished a great move
and in the second half Rohan Ricketts slammed a shot in to make it 3-0
to Spurs. The singing of "Glenn Hoddle's Blue and White Army"
throughout was special as it showed the media that we still loved Hoddle
even after his failure as a manager and proves to the any critic of our
fans that we are anything other than fickle. To amass that kind of
away support for only a second round tie at Coventry shows that Spurs do
indeed belong in the big time again ... we just await a manager and team
that can bring back the glory days once again.
Tottenham Hotspur (Premier League)
James Mariner, I salute you! for it
was whilst reading & enjoying James' 'I Was There' (MEHSTG issue 36)
that I realised here is a guy who became a Spurs supporter in 1991 - too
young to remember anything of our FA Cup win vs. Forest that year.
He therefore missed the orgasmic euphoria of that famous Sunday
of 14.4.91 (don't tell my wife but itís still the greatest day of my
life). And he has supported Spurs through the grey decade that was
Tottenham Hotspur in the 1990's - too many David Kerslakes, Kevin Scotts
& Ramon Vegas than Ginola, Klinsmann or Sheringham. Only those
of us who go to the games, wear our colours (buy the fanzines)! and
tolerate years of seemingly endless teasing on a Monday morning when
Spurs, yet again have been turned over by some crappy bunch of nobodies
could understand this crazy love of ours ...
Still, to business. It was a dark winters morning back in December '93
when my ex-girlfriend and two of my mates Darren & Paul started our
journey - bus to the ferry - ferry to Portsmouth - train to Waterloo -
tube to Seven Sisters to reach White Hart Lane to see Spurs play
Liverpool. A Stephane Dalmat-esque body swerve took us past the fervent
Christians with their surreal 'sermon thru a loudhailer'. Further on a
neat little side step past the ever aggressive Socialist Worker sellers,
a then on towards McDonalds for some 'nearly there' sustenance before
the final push towards the Bell & Hare (and an hour or so of
bitching about how horrible it is drinking out of a plastic 'glass').
Into the ground half an hour or so before kick off we stopped at
Ladbrokes to give some more money away and then into our seats in the
East Stand lower - Park Lane end.
Spurs started quite brightly and
took the lead ten minutes before half time courtesy of our 'midfield
goal-machine' Vinny Samways. A goal celebrated enthusiastically by my
then girlfriend who, unbelievably had backed him at something like 16-1
to get the first goal. Did she get the beers in after? Did she
Shortly after half time however it
all started to go a bit Pete Tong, as first a young Robbie Fowler, then
Jamie Redknapp (whatever happened to him)? and then Fowler again from
the penalty spot put the reds in control. 1-0 up, 3-1 down, here we go!
Stung by this though, Spurs started to claw their way back into the
game. Mickey Hazard bought back to Spurs for a second spell by the then
boss Ossie led by example and with the home crowd really starting to get
behind the boys, we laid siege to the Scouserís goal with twenty
minutes left on the clock. PENALTY ! Hazard stuck it in and then
followed the period that makes me so remember this game. You know that
expression about the roar of the crowd? Well this crowd roared, I'm
talking loud, the ground was shaking, I was shaking, it was fantastic
and right then I never doubted the equaliser would come. Ten minutes
later, bang! It happened, Spurs equalised through Darren Caskey
following a sweeping Spurs move, the home fans went ballistic, and the
noise deafening before the goal was now indescribable. As hard as we
tried though we couldn't break through again and put Liverpool out of
their misery. The ref blew for full time in what was probably Spurs last
decent performance before a nightmare run January-May that almost saw us
relegated..... Sound familiar anyone?
Incidentally the Spurs players that
day were wearing black armbands following the sad death the previous
week of Tottenham legend Danny Blanchflower 9/12/93. I'm too young to
have seen Danny play but my dad told me about him and I think he would
have been proud of the lads that day and the spirit that they showed.
Written in memory of my Dad, Alan Newcomb 1943-2003, a Spurs fan.
Tottenham Hotspur v
Stockport County (FA Cup 5th Round)
Date : Sat Feb 17 2001
Competition : FA Cup
Opponents : Stockport County
Result : 4 - 0
Scorers : King 5, Davies 30, Flynn og 44, Davies 50
This game sticks vividly in my memory, not because of the game itself,
but the hospitality we received at the club. I had recently started go
out with a lovely girl (who incidentally is now my wife), and she was
becoming a big Spurs fan at the time.
I wanted impress her and take her to a game in a very special way, so I
decided to purchase special hospitality tickets for this game (175
pounds each). The Hospitality package included a parking space near the
ground, complimentary match program, complimentary gift (small silver
picture frame), 3 course meal in one of the large convention rooms and
seating near the directors box.
If we actually got what was advertised I would have been more than
pleased, what we did get was more than my wildest expectations.
First of all, when we arrived at the ground at the main entrance, we
were told that there was not a lot of take up on the hospitality package
for that game, so we would not be in the large convention room but
somewhere smaller (imagine my disappointment). However, the somewhere
smaller turned out to the be the Oak Room. The Oak Room if you don't
know is where the match sponsors are dined and entertained before/during
and after a game and is situated next to the directors boardroom.
After enjoying a pre-match meal and entertainment from such Spurs
legends as Pat Jennings and Martin Chivers, we were ushered to our
seats. My next surprise was being seated in the directors box. You know,
seats that you can see from the east stand that are a slightly different
colour and look (and are) much more comfortable than the normal seats.
The game started and we were enjoying the spectacular view in comfort.
At half time we returned to the Oak room for drinks and conversations.
As we returned to our seats for the second half, we had to disturb an
elderly but animated gentleman to get to our seats. I apologised to him
as I squeezed past and was surprised to see I was
eye to eye with Warren Mitchell, who unlike his alter ego Alf Garnett,
is a Spurs fan.
The game ended in a comfortable satisfying win and we returned to the
Oak room again for the post match entertainment. I was unaware the man
of the match award is always presented by the sponsors and was pleased
to see Simon Davies win the award and even shook his hand and
congratulated him, my girlfriend/Wife was so starry eyed she could
hardly speak, but managed to get an autograph.
It had been a magical experience but it was not over. The few people
that had taken up the hospitality tickets were then asked if they would
like to go down on the pitch, and see the dressing rooms. I know you can
see all of this on the stadium tour, but having it thrust upon you
without expecting it, made it very special.
We saw the dressing rooms and then walked down the tunnel to the pitch.
Oh how I dreamed of doing this while a boy, and we were allowed to
actually walk on the hallowed turf.
Our hosts pulled out all the stops in making our day wonderful. A day
that could have been disappointing turned into an experience I will
We thanked our hosts and left with lots of great memories.
Tottenham Hotspur v
Coventry City (FA Cup Final)
Pleat or Karina?
is a true story and names have not been changed to protect the
I had no idea what to do. She
obviously still loved me - she was still seeing me with her wedding a
few weeks away ! Everyone wanted to know - would I or wouldnít I
But it was Cup Final and
miraculously at the last minute someone offered me a ticket to the game.
ONE ticket ! - in the Coventry end ! I
woke up that morning still completely uncertain Ė but I was a loyal
Spurs Fan, we were invincible at Wembley and the win must help.
I left early. I bombed the buffet
car and drank a whole pub in Victoria. I went into the bar a
miserable stranger and came out singing and dancing with a whole set of
new mates. The trip to the ground by tube was fantastic. I have
never felt so completely at one with THFC as I did that day. Along
Wembley Way however we split up and that was the beginning of the end.
I canít remember much about the
game except the own goal. Iíve never been able to watch it
again. It wasnít comfortable in the Coventry end (Especially
after I broadcast my position with a spectacularly unwise goal
celebration). It was the era before cell phones and I had no idea
what was going on elsewhere. All I knew at the end was that we
were not invincible and I had drifted onto a whole new plane of
pain! It took me 6 confused hours to get home, avoiding phone boxes,
trying to work out who to blame - Pleat or Karina?
When I eventually got home I walked
in on a party ! Those in
the know were laughing ! By then I just wanted revenge.
And did I get it??
Well Pleat left Spurs (eventually
Reader, she married him.
Tottenham Hotspur v
Arsenal (First Division)
16 years old.
arrive at WHL around 1.30 with all my crowd to make sure we get in the
Shelf for the game we all wait for ... Arsenal.
half time, we are 3-0 up. At full time, we are 5-0 up and
revenge has been taken.
memory serves me well, we score the first goal after 11 minutes and I
miss that goal and the four that follow, because after about 5 minutes,
I'm taken away by the boys with blue flashing lights.
I'm not a young thug ! My appendix ruptures and I am rushed
to this day I have never seen any of the goals.
Tottenham Hotspur (FA Cup Semi-final) - Villa Park
shy 14 year old takes the train on the newly nationalised British Rail
to Birmingham (No M1 motorway in those days).
in blue and white the excitement (of seeing my Spurs just a second
division contender in those far off days) play the mighty Blackpool
(then a considerable force in
the 1st Division) was immense. Blackpool included among
their ranks the greats: Stanley Matthews, Stan Mortensen and Jackie
was captained by Welsh international Ronnie Burgess (Mr. Perpetual Motion)
at left half (midfield) with the great Bill Nicholson vice captain on
very even first half saw the teams level at 0.0 at half time.
Then, after 60 minutes our burly centre forward Len Duquemin gives
us the lead with a wonderfully worked goal to the absolute delight of
the Spurs supporters. Minutes now seemed liked
hours as we counted each one towards our win and Wembley.
to go, 15 to go, 10 to
go 5 to go. The anticipation was breath taking.
alas disaster. Matthews with a mazy run down the wing went through our
defence crossed for Mortensen to equalize.
time (The government in those days did not allow replays as labour was
urgently needed for the export drive). More
disaster. Two more goals to the 'Pool and we were out.
never has been a more broken hearted 14 year old, who since that day has
never worn a colour to a match out of superstition.
lost to Man U in the final (Matthews still did not get his medal)
Spurs team hit rock bottom for the rest of the season and missed
silence from the supporters on the Football Special train home was
seemed like forever and a day before we reached Euston (it must have
been in reality about 3 hours).
more mature 22 year old again at
Villa Park against Man City.
very competitive game saw the teams level after 60 minutes and then The
City keeper Bert Trautmann (Ex POW) blatantly fouled our last
true amateur Left winger and Finchley school teacher George Robb as he
was clear on goal. Today it would have been a sending off and red card.
hateful ref refused to give anything and we supporters were furious and
consumed with massive malice towards him.
then with 15 minutes to go the disaster voodoo stuck again. The
great Alf Ramsey (he of the immaculate ball distribution)
made the worst back pass of his illustrious career.
can still see Ramsey head in hands as the City forward seized this gift
and blasted the ball into the back of the Spurs net.
I ever see Spurs in a Wembley Final ??
greatest day ever as Danny Blanchflower, Davie Mackay and the late John
White (The greatest player I ever saw in a spurs shirt and
yes, I know Hoddle Greaves etc) swept passed Burnley and took us to that
great WEMBLEY Final of 1961 when on an even greater day my beloved
Spurs became the fist team in
the modern era to do THE DOUBLE.
was worth waiting all those years and enduring those terrible
Tottenham Hotspur v Manchester United (Premier League)
I remember, a while ago, I was
invited by one of my Man Utd. supporting friends to a game at White Hart
Lane. I forget what the purpose was now (I think an FA cup tie),
but as a 10 year old sitting in the Man Utd. section in my Spurs shirt I
felt pretty terrified.
All the way driving to the game my friend and his family were laughing,
and talking about how easily Man Utd were going to push away spurs.
I tried to keep my chin up but it got to me. In truth, this was
during the Man U dominance of English football so I presumed Spurs had
Even before the game kicked off all the Man U supporters around me were
laughing at my white and blue shirt. One guy (about 25 years old)
even smacked me round the back of the head, prompting more laughter from
the travelling Mancs and glory-seekers. I just tried to watch the
match, safe in the konwledge that Spurs would lose and then I'd get to
go home ...
I don't remember much of the match. but I remember the result.
When the first two Spurs goals went in I stayed restrained and just
clapped, but after the third and fourth I was ecstatic and watched as
Spurs ran away with the match 4-1. Afterwards, I was rushed out
quickly by the family of fake Mancunians.
Throughout the journey home barely anyone said a word to me, but I just
contented myself with looking out the window with a shit-eating grin.
I never got invited out with that family again, and recently my friends
father told me it was the most embarrassing moment in his life.
Apparently he'd only taken me as someone to take the piss out of on the
way home. Why he'd try and do that to a 10 year old obviously says
a lot about Man U supporters in Hertfordshire.
Tottenham Hotspur v Inter Milan (Ossie Ardiles Benefit
Who was the best footballer ever to
put on a Spurs shirt ?
For my money it was in May 1986,
Spurs v Inter Milan at the Lane ...
This was Ossie's
testimonial and a short fat bloke who would later do for cocaine what
Jose Mourinho now does for Armani Raincoats played alongside the Hod in
midfield for Tottenham.
A man who in less
than two months would lift the World Cup having won it almost
Maradona in a
Spurs shirt !?!
kicking and flicking his way around the pitch ... This was
pre-"Hand of God", addiction and obesity Maradona at his best
and his every touch was awesome ... and rumour has it he did it all
wearing Clive Allen's boots !
Not a bad
introduction to White Hart Lane ... and it would be some time until we
got close to seeing that level of skill at the Ground again ... well, at
least not until Pat van den Hauwe pulled on the number 3 shirt !!!
Tottenham Hotspur v
Newcastle United (First Division)
Just 50 years ago, almost to the day, I made
my second-ever visit to see the Spurs play at the Lane.
Newcastle United were the visitors and a crowd of 51,649 were eagerly
awaiting to see if the Spurs could continue their push to the top the
table after a narrow 1-0 win over Wolves on Boxing Day.
With the recent death of Tommy Harmer my mind keeps going back to an
incident in that match which ended in an exciting 3-3 draw.
The major talking point after the match was whether the referee should
have allowed a penalty kick, in the second-half, converted by Spurs to
stand which gave us our second goal. Tommy Harmer placed the ball on the
spot. He ran up to the ball and then stopped and deliberately kicked
over the top of the ball without moving it. The poor old Magpies
Scottish keeper, Ronnie Simpson, dived to one side and with him stranded
on the ground Tommy kicked the ball with his other foot slowly and
deliberately along the muddy ground into the other corner of the net.
The referee allowed the goal to stand much to the protests of the
What cheek by Tommy, in a pressure situation, but that 's just the way
the little man played the beautiful game. Sadly once Bill Nick took over
as manager the following season and then signed John White, Tommy found
his opportunities limited in the first-team.
v Manchester City (First Division)
My first match was on Easter Saturday 1960 at home to Manchester City.
Tottenham got a penalty on the stroke of half-time. Cliff
Jones took the penalty, Bert Trautmann got a hand to it, the ref
blew for half-time and Cliff Jones netted the rebound, no goal.
Under current rules, the Man City left back Cliff Sear would have
been sent off for handling to prevent a certain goal.
As it was, with 11 men, Man City won 1-0 with a second-half goal
from Bill McAdam.
Tottenham also lost 1-0 at home to Chelsea on Good Friday to a goal
scored by ... Jimmy Greaves.
The Man City game was the last Tottenham game for Tommy Harmer.
Spurs won the rest of their programme, winning 3-1 in the return at
Stamford Bridge and at Wolves and 4-1 at home to Blackpool.
They finished two points behind champions Burnley with a superior
goal average, another rule change there, not goal difference.
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