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I watched that final in 1961 with my Dad. I wasn't a supporter until then. I have been ever since. 60 years and counting. Where did they all go?
Thanks, so my memory wasn't failing me. So what I can't remember is how the guy got paid. I assume you gave your thrupenny bit, and what crazy coins they were ?, or whatever it was to someone near and they handed it on etcAbsolutely right. Anyone not paying attention would quite often get a bag alongside the head.
Glad the thread brought back good memories Yep flasks of tea, and sometimes coffee, so common then. Poorer times I guess, but made for a better game atmosphere in the 60s. Less drunken idiots more concerned about a half time top up than watching the gameWe must have seen a lot of the same games. I first went with my Dad and Grandad in 1962, right after the double year (we went to the high road to watch them in the open top bus in 61), my dad and grandad had been supporters for years going back to Ted Ditchburn. We always stood on the lower East Stand at the Park Lane End.
Can't remember the first game but I do remember John White curling in a corner kick to score with nobody else touching it. My old man always had a flask of tea that came out at half time and my job was to write down the half time scores from the board on the other side of the pitch. He used to go to the same turnstile and I would just get squeezed in with him when he paid.
We didn't have too good of a relationship at the end of his time, but those days were the absolute best. Thanks for the reminder
Missed seeing John white play was he as good as they say
Yes, I remember that well. His sales pitch was 'Peanuts! All roasted!' if I recall correctly.I remember the peanuts and munching them at the game.
Thank you for sharing your 60 years as a Spurs fan.
Ps I am 67 ?
Yes, he was every bit as good. He was called the ghost for a reason. I was devastated when he died, first time as a kid one of my heroes had died.Missed seeing John white play was he as good as they say
I started going in the mid fifties so saw Ted Ditchburn, and the duke, (Len Duquemin) and later on the double winners.
My eldest brother took me .we'd get a bus from Turnpike Lane and get off at WHL, walk down White Hart Lane and call in a fruit and veg shop and pick up and orange box for me to stand on. Always behind the goal Park Lane end. My best man from ny first marriage, was a gooner and we'd go week and week about Highbury and WHL, whoever was at home. If both were I'd always go to Spurs game. Moved out of London early 70's after my marriage and haven't been a regular since.
Memories not what it was but had some great times and some shite times following our great club.
Great post, thanks for sharing
such a different era, people didn't have the tribal hatred we have now. So many went to Arsenal one week,Spurs the next, to watch some football, get away from the missus, no way were they going shopping ?
I remember vividly to this day seeing the TV news report. So sad, and the end of our greatest team.Yes, he was every bit as good. He was called the ghost for a reason. I was devastated when he died, first time as a kid one of my heroes had died.
Yes, he was every bit as good. He was called the ghost for a reason. I was devastated when he died, first time as a kid one of my heroes had died.
One more memory but from later years. Getting off the train at Liverpool Street after a game and immediately getting the classified issue of the Evening Standard with all the results and match reports from that afternoons games (all games kicked off at 3pm on Saturday). Fleet Street didn't mess around in those days.
I read it in a newspaper when we were away on holiday. It ruined the holiday, I couldn't believe it, I was miserable for days.I remember vividly to this day seeing the TV news report. So sad, and the end of our greatest team.
We came back strong in 67, and who knows with White might have won the League again. But alas was not to be ?
That used to blow my mind, such a different world back then.One more memory but from later years. Getting off the train at Liverpool Street after a game and immediately getting the classified issue of the Evening Standard with all the results and match reports from that afternoons games (all games kicked off at 3pm on Saturday). Fleet Street didn't mess around in those days.
By my calculations, yesterday (16th December) marked my 60 year love-hate affair with Tottenham Hotspur.