- Jul 8, 2005
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I’m not in a good place right now.
I’ve supported this club through thick and thin. For context, I’ve seen Andy Sinton, Stuart Nethercott, Paulo Tramazzani, Timotee Atouba, Mbuelo Mabizela, Kazayuki Toda, Antony Gardner and Hossam Ghaly all wear the great white and blue. I have also seen Teddy Sheringham, David Ginola, Ledley King, Robbie Keane, Dimitar Berbatov, Luka Modric, Rafa Van Der Vaart and Gareth Bale. And Michael Dawson. I fucking loved Michael Dawson.
I am lucky. My Dad chose Spurs. He chose Spurs for me. He hugged me tonight and said ‘I’m sorry’. Its not his fault. I’m Spurs. Its my blood. I’d have chosen them anyway. And I would not change it for the world. I remember my first game he took me to at White Hart Lane. It was Spurs v Villa in 96 and Bosnich did the nazi salute. What a dickhead. But Allan Nielsen got the winner and that was that. A love affair began and will never end.
I have never been more proud to be a Spurs fan than I have this past month. I am 29 years old. My eyes have not seen the Glory but those wins against Man City and Ajax will stay with me for as long as I live.
My wife is 12 weeks pregnant after 18 months and 3 rounds of IVF treatment and 1 miscarriage. Yesterday, seeing the positive scan was the best day of my life but I already know that every day for the next 6 months will be tense and stressful. Following the good news yesterday, this evening was supposed to be the icing on the cake.
I’ve never liked fucking icing.
But I will regale my child (I hope!) about those nights in Manchester and Amsterdam. Absolute magic. He/She has there football life set out for them already...they are Spurs and they don’t even know it.
I am emotional. I suppose for many reasons. My personal life is all a bit weird. Months and months of tension and pressure and pain. My escape was Spurs. As it has been, I suppose, my entire life. But my escape has been even crazier. Just when I need stability, Spurs reach the the Champions League final!? What is that all about!? We are Spurs and that shouldn’t happen. But it did...and I love it.
I am proud. I love this club. Each and every one of us is lucky. We have THE best stadium in world football. We have a history and tradition that in itself is an echo of Glory. Supporting Spurs is much more than just following a football club. There are highs and lows and positives and negatives and hope and joy and sadness and despair. It’s life wrapped in to one.
I started this thread to rant. And I am still angry. I still don’t think it was a penalty. I am still fuming at the abject performances of Alli and Eriksen. Look at my posts in the match thread...I am not proud of those but I stand by them. I want the best for the club. I want the best for us. And I want the best for my child.
But my thoughts on how we achieve greatness and how we can learn from tonight can wait.
I fucking Iove Spurs.
Bring on next season you bastards!
I’ve supported this club through thick and thin. For context, I’ve seen Andy Sinton, Stuart Nethercott, Paulo Tramazzani, Timotee Atouba, Mbuelo Mabizela, Kazayuki Toda, Antony Gardner and Hossam Ghaly all wear the great white and blue. I have also seen Teddy Sheringham, David Ginola, Ledley King, Robbie Keane, Dimitar Berbatov, Luka Modric, Rafa Van Der Vaart and Gareth Bale. And Michael Dawson. I fucking loved Michael Dawson.
I am lucky. My Dad chose Spurs. He chose Spurs for me. He hugged me tonight and said ‘I’m sorry’. Its not his fault. I’m Spurs. Its my blood. I’d have chosen them anyway. And I would not change it for the world. I remember my first game he took me to at White Hart Lane. It was Spurs v Villa in 96 and Bosnich did the nazi salute. What a dickhead. But Allan Nielsen got the winner and that was that. A love affair began and will never end.
I have never been more proud to be a Spurs fan than I have this past month. I am 29 years old. My eyes have not seen the Glory but those wins against Man City and Ajax will stay with me for as long as I live.
My wife is 12 weeks pregnant after 18 months and 3 rounds of IVF treatment and 1 miscarriage. Yesterday, seeing the positive scan was the best day of my life but I already know that every day for the next 6 months will be tense and stressful. Following the good news yesterday, this evening was supposed to be the icing on the cake.
I’ve never liked fucking icing.
But I will regale my child (I hope!) about those nights in Manchester and Amsterdam. Absolute magic. He/She has there football life set out for them already...they are Spurs and they don’t even know it.
I am emotional. I suppose for many reasons. My personal life is all a bit weird. Months and months of tension and pressure and pain. My escape was Spurs. As it has been, I suppose, my entire life. But my escape has been even crazier. Just when I need stability, Spurs reach the the Champions League final!? What is that all about!? We are Spurs and that shouldn’t happen. But it did...and I love it.
I am proud. I love this club. Each and every one of us is lucky. We have THE best stadium in world football. We have a history and tradition that in itself is an echo of Glory. Supporting Spurs is much more than just following a football club. There are highs and lows and positives and negatives and hope and joy and sadness and despair. It’s life wrapped in to one.
I started this thread to rant. And I am still angry. I still don’t think it was a penalty. I am still fuming at the abject performances of Alli and Eriksen. Look at my posts in the match thread...I am not proud of those but I stand by them. I want the best for the club. I want the best for us. And I want the best for my child.
But my thoughts on how we achieve greatness and how we can learn from tonight can wait.
I fucking Iove Spurs.
Bring on next season you bastards!