SpursSince1980
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Well, I hope you’re not studying communications and English language, you cheeky git. As in... what will you be studying?
Amusing Spurs-related Anecdotes
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I was on holiday in Tunisia with an ex about 9/10 years ago. We were in the outside bar area and she was not feeling great so went up to bed. I thought I would stay up and have a few drinks (all inc so why not).
Anyway I was sitting there enjoying my drinks when I see people going up to other people and taking pictures with them. The more I looked I realised it was the Ivory Coast football team and they were also staying in the hotel.
Saw people have pictures with Kalou, Eboue etc and thought wow that’s pretty cool. Not going to get up and do anything though. But it’s pretty cool. Anyway I keep looking around and then I saw a Mr Didier Zakora. For some reason I completely forgot he played for them! And he was captain!
I just had to go and chat to him so I got up and I walked over to him. He was standing on his own and was looking at his phone so saw it as my chance.
As I got to him I introduced myself. He seemed a bit wary at first and then I said I’m a Spurs fan and his demeanour changed immediately. Was so friendly and had all the time in the world for me. I asked him why he left (he was at Sevilla at this time) and asked him about his time at Spurs.
He called over Kalou and Yaya Toure to introduce me. And then Eboue (who’s cap was on sideways). Had a little Spurs-Arsenal banter with him.
He said he then had to go to bed as he had a big game the next day (v Tunisia in World Cup qualifier). But he gave me his room phone number. Told me to give him a call the next morning and he will come to reception to give me a of couple tickets for the game.
Next day I called him (took ages to work up the courage) and he stuck to his word and gave me a couple of tickets. Was a 0-0. Shit game but who cares.
Anyway the next day I’m by the pool reading and I get a tap on my shoulder. It’s Didier Zakora. Asking me how it was, did I get in ok etc and saying it was a pleasure to meet me.
Met a few footballers in my time but he stands head and shoulders above the others. The friendliest person you will ever meet.
Didier Zakora. Legend
Anyway I was sitting there enjoying my drinks when I see people going up to other people and taking pictures with them. The more I looked I realised it was the Ivory Coast football team and they were also staying in the hotel.
Saw people have pictures with Kalou, Eboue etc and thought wow that’s pretty cool. Not going to get up and do anything though. But it’s pretty cool. Anyway I keep looking around and then I saw a Mr Didier Zakora. For some reason I completely forgot he played for them! And he was captain!
I just had to go and chat to him so I got up and I walked over to him. He was standing on his own and was looking at his phone so saw it as my chance.
As I got to him I introduced myself. He seemed a bit wary at first and then I said I’m a Spurs fan and his demeanour changed immediately. Was so friendly and had all the time in the world for me. I asked him why he left (he was at Sevilla at this time) and asked him about his time at Spurs.
He called over Kalou and Yaya Toure to introduce me. And then Eboue (who’s cap was on sideways). Had a little Spurs-Arsenal banter with him.
He said he then had to go to bed as he had a big game the next day (v Tunisia in World Cup qualifier). But he gave me his room phone number. Told me to give him a call the next morning and he will come to reception to give me a of couple tickets for the game.
Next day I called him (took ages to work up the courage) and he stuck to his word and gave me a couple of tickets. Was a 0-0. Shit game but who cares.
Anyway the next day I’m by the pool reading and I get a tap on my shoulder. It’s Didier Zakora. Asking me how it was, did I get in ok etc and saying it was a pleasure to meet me.
Met a few footballers in my time but he stands head and shoulders above the others. The friendliest person you will ever meet.
Didier Zakora. Legend
SpursSince1980
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The Sol Campbell Incident
I was born in NYC, but raised in the UK, from the age of 6. I was about 7 when I discovered Spurs... but that is another anecdote I'll save for later.
Most of my family lives on the East Coast of the United States. Including one of my cousins'. He's about 2 years younger than me. He is the archetype NYC 'wise guy, goombah'. He has the physique and intimidation of Tony Soprano and the potty mouth of Joe Pesci. A real character.
After one year at a University over in the States, he decided to drop out and come live with his aunt and uncle in the UK for a year or two, while he pursued a fledgling music career.
My cuz had always looked up to me growing up. Probably because we spent every summer together, since I was 6. Every July and August, me and my sister would stay with our aunt and uncle in upstate NY for usually 6 weeks over summer holidays, with them and the cousins.
So, yes, we were all very close.
Now, about four years before my cousin moved to London, our families were together over Christmas, in the States. While there, at some point I found some football on TV one morning - Spurs vs (I don't remember). I think I was probably about 18 at the time.
During the game, I pointed out Sol Campbell to him. One of our own. Awesome player. One of my faves. Bleeds Lillywhite.
He enjoyed the game, and from that day onward, he became a fan of English football, in general. Not quite a Spurs fan. Just a fan.
Now, as we all remember (not so fondly) Sol infamously ran down his contract, and joined Arsenal. That was about 18 months after I introduced my cousin to the Premier League and Spurs. Give or take.
I guess at some point I must have told my cousin about what Sol did. Probably just an off the cuff comment as we yakked about this and that. And yeah, I suppose my Cuz probably picked up, that it really annoyed me. But, didn't think he'd actually remember or care.
Fast forward four years later, and he's been living in London with my mom and dad for about six months, working as a bus-boy at some restaurant near Hampstead.
At that time, I was living in Seattle. So, wasn't there to witness the alleged 'incident'.
Now remember... like I said... he was/is a 'wise guy'. Took no shit from no one, and does not filter his thoughts. More importantly, he's one of those 'loyalty' is everything guys. With friends, but especially with family. This is not an exaggeration.
So, one night, my Cuz notices, none other than Sol Campbell is eating at his restaurant with some buddies.
Now, normally I would say take this next bit with a pinch of salt, as it was his recounting of events. But, here's the thing... he got that job, 'cos of a mate of mine who worked there as a waiter. And she corroborated exactly what occurred:
My 20 year old cousin (all 6ft 4 inches, Soprano/Pesci) swaggers over to Sol's table and hovers for a minute. Staring at Sol.
Soon the table of buddies are no longer talking. It's gotten a bit weird.
A few seconds later he asks, in full goombah: 'Hey, yous. You 'dat Sol Camp Bell soccer guy who played for da Spurs team'?
Sol apparently grumbled an affirmative back at him.
My cousin then said: "I gotta message for you from my cousin: He says... "Go fuck yasself"'!! Yep. He really told Sol, to go forth and multiply on my behalf.
Then--no joke--that brash sumbitch, walked out the restaurant and didn't look back.
Mike, meet drop.
Never would have believed it actually went down like that. But, apparently that's exactly how it happened.
Suffice to say, the manager of the restaurant comp'd the Campbell party their meal.
As for my cousin... He got himself a job at a pub a few days later. And I actually didn't hear about this crazy tale until 6 months later! And let's just say, knowing what I know about my cousin and his wild 'utefull' days, Mr. Camp Bell probably got off lightly!
Three years later, Cuz moved back to the States.
And for those that are curious... the contemporary version of my cousin has much mellowed in his middle-age. Lovely, sweet, and gentle guy.
But here's the real punchline of this story:
At some point during his three years in London, he became a card-carrying, life-long Arsenal fan. No joke.
I guess loyalty only goes so far...
I was born in NYC, but raised in the UK, from the age of 6. I was about 7 when I discovered Spurs... but that is another anecdote I'll save for later.
Most of my family lives on the East Coast of the United States. Including one of my cousins'. He's about 2 years younger than me. He is the archetype NYC 'wise guy, goombah'. He has the physique and intimidation of Tony Soprano and the potty mouth of Joe Pesci. A real character.
After one year at a University over in the States, he decided to drop out and come live with his aunt and uncle in the UK for a year or two, while he pursued a fledgling music career.
My cuz had always looked up to me growing up. Probably because we spent every summer together, since I was 6. Every July and August, me and my sister would stay with our aunt and uncle in upstate NY for usually 6 weeks over summer holidays, with them and the cousins.
So, yes, we were all very close.
Now, about four years before my cousin moved to London, our families were together over Christmas, in the States. While there, at some point I found some football on TV one morning - Spurs vs (I don't remember). I think I was probably about 18 at the time.
During the game, I pointed out Sol Campbell to him. One of our own. Awesome player. One of my faves. Bleeds Lillywhite.
He enjoyed the game, and from that day onward, he became a fan of English football, in general. Not quite a Spurs fan. Just a fan.
Now, as we all remember (not so fondly) Sol infamously ran down his contract, and joined Arsenal. That was about 18 months after I introduced my cousin to the Premier League and Spurs. Give or take.
I guess at some point I must have told my cousin about what Sol did. Probably just an off the cuff comment as we yakked about this and that. And yeah, I suppose my Cuz probably picked up, that it really annoyed me. But, didn't think he'd actually remember or care.
Fast forward four years later, and he's been living in London with my mom and dad for about six months, working as a bus-boy at some restaurant near Hampstead.
At that time, I was living in Seattle. So, wasn't there to witness the alleged 'incident'.
Now remember... like I said... he was/is a 'wise guy'. Took no shit from no one, and does not filter his thoughts. More importantly, he's one of those 'loyalty' is everything guys. With friends, but especially with family. This is not an exaggeration.
So, one night, my Cuz notices, none other than Sol Campbell is eating at his restaurant with some buddies.
Now, normally I would say take this next bit with a pinch of salt, as it was his recounting of events. But, here's the thing... he got that job, 'cos of a mate of mine who worked there as a waiter. And she corroborated exactly what occurred:
My 20 year old cousin (all 6ft 4 inches, Soprano/Pesci) swaggers over to Sol's table and hovers for a minute. Staring at Sol.
Soon the table of buddies are no longer talking. It's gotten a bit weird.
A few seconds later he asks, in full goombah: 'Hey, yous. You 'dat Sol Camp Bell soccer guy who played for da Spurs team'?
Sol apparently grumbled an affirmative back at him.
My cousin then said: "I gotta message for you from my cousin: He says... "Go fuck yasself"'!! Yep. He really told Sol, to go forth and multiply on my behalf.
Then--no joke--that brash sumbitch, walked out the restaurant and didn't look back.
Mike, meet drop.
Never would have believed it actually went down like that. But, apparently that's exactly how it happened.
Suffice to say, the manager of the restaurant comp'd the Campbell party their meal.
As for my cousin... He got himself a job at a pub a few days later. And I actually didn't hear about this crazy tale until 6 months later! And let's just say, knowing what I know about my cousin and his wild 'utefull' days, Mr. Camp Bell probably got off lightly!
Three years later, Cuz moved back to the States.
And for those that are curious... the contemporary version of my cousin has much mellowed in his middle-age. Lovely, sweet, and gentle guy.
But here's the real punchline of this story:
At some point during his three years in London, he became a card-carrying, life-long Arsenal fan. No joke.
I guess loyalty only goes so far...
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SpursSince1980
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Pish posh. Everyone has a story.
And no one's life is boring.
It's your life. Therefore, inherently awesome.
mightyspur
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Oh not THIS again
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Hahaha sorry. Politics and International Relations hopefully!
SpursSince1980
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Reminds of that world famous, legendary joke:
A Man, A Woman, and Godzilla walk into a bar.
They have a drink.
They leave.
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They didn`t miss two Bale goals though, did they?
Ionman34
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Was it just me that had the opening lines of Fresh Prince of Bel Aire running through my head when reading this?
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SpursSince1980
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Great. Thanks. Now you’ve given me a frickin ear wig, and i can’t get the damn song outta my head! ?
SpursSince1980
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Cool. That is an outstanding anecdote.
But, it does beggar the question: what was he eating? And was he writing the lyrics to Diamond Lights at the time?
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My work here is done...
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One of my ex girlfriends used to work for Sol Campbell’s agent, Sky Andrew. (True fact - Sky Andrew was actually christened BSkyB Andrew).
I met Sol in Sky’s office once while he was playing for us and then again a few months later, when I saw him in Faces nightclub in Gants Hill. He remembered who I was and I was chatting with him when I accidentally knocked his hand into my beer holding hand. This caused my own beer to spill on to my shirt.
Before I knew it, Sol had pulled a tissue out of his shirt pocket and started to wipe my beer stain on my shirt. I thought this was a bit odd, but also, my hero (at the time) was molesting my nipple and I was loving it. I have no idea why he was wiping it himself instead of giving the tissue to me, especially as it was my fault the drink spilt, but it was all very surreal and I may have even had a semi, which was ironic as later in life I often used a mental image of him to ‘keep the wolf from the door’. I won’t lie though, the eye contact while he was wiping for those few seconds was weird.
I have to say, he was a very nice person when I met him those 2 times. He definitely got weirder as he got older.
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Talking of Faces, a platonic female Spurs supporting friend of mine who I’d known for a while was present one Saturday night when Ramon Vega walked in. Even though he was a bit shit, he was very good looking and she had been in love with him for ages. She literally did the ‘we’re not worthy’ thing on her knees right in front of him when she saw him, which was cringeworthy but slightly amusing to the onlookers who were all pissed. He was with his partner so he smiled it off politely and carried on with his night.
She was so wonderfully shocked that she had ‘met’ Vega, she was talking about him all night. Whilst we were chatting about him I said ‘why don’t you take me back to yours and pretend I’m Vega’. She stared at me for a few seconds and just said ‘ok’, so we did. I look nothing like him, but I was roleplaying as Ramon Vega. Ramon fucking Vega. She asked me to put on a Swiss accent (?) and talk about Spurs while we did it. It was pure sexual twattery of the highest order, I was talking about mistimed tackles and bad passes in a stupid foreign accent and she was genuinely loving it. She knew he was shit but she didn’t care. In her mind, I’m absolutely certain that she thought she was fucking Vega, especially as she had her eyes shut for most of it. I hadn’t even really fancied her up until that night and only got horny because the way she spoke about Vega was so sexual, I could feel the sex coming out of her pores.
Saw her a few times after that but we never spoke about that night once. That suited me fine, bearing in mind Ginola was playing in the same team at the time and I roleplayed as Ramon Vega.
I met Sol in Sky’s office once while he was playing for us and then again a few months later, when I saw him in Faces nightclub in Gants Hill. He remembered who I was and I was chatting with him when I accidentally knocked his hand into my beer holding hand. This caused my own beer to spill on to my shirt.
Before I knew it, Sol had pulled a tissue out of his shirt pocket and started to wipe my beer stain on my shirt. I thought this was a bit odd, but also, my hero (at the time) was molesting my nipple and I was loving it. I have no idea why he was wiping it himself instead of giving the tissue to me, especially as it was my fault the drink spilt, but it was all very surreal and I may have even had a semi, which was ironic as later in life I often used a mental image of him to ‘keep the wolf from the door’. I won’t lie though, the eye contact while he was wiping for those few seconds was weird.
I have to say, he was a very nice person when I met him those 2 times. He definitely got weirder as he got older.
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Talking of Faces, a platonic female Spurs supporting friend of mine who I’d known for a while was present one Saturday night when Ramon Vega walked in. Even though he was a bit shit, he was very good looking and she had been in love with him for ages. She literally did the ‘we’re not worthy’ thing on her knees right in front of him when she saw him, which was cringeworthy but slightly amusing to the onlookers who were all pissed. He was with his partner so he smiled it off politely and carried on with his night.
She was so wonderfully shocked that she had ‘met’ Vega, she was talking about him all night. Whilst we were chatting about him I said ‘why don’t you take me back to yours and pretend I’m Vega’. She stared at me for a few seconds and just said ‘ok’, so we did. I look nothing like him, but I was roleplaying as Ramon Vega. Ramon fucking Vega. She asked me to put on a Swiss accent (?) and talk about Spurs while we did it. It was pure sexual twattery of the highest order, I was talking about mistimed tackles and bad passes in a stupid foreign accent and she was genuinely loving it. She knew he was shit but she didn’t care. In her mind, I’m absolutely certain that she thought she was fucking Vega, especially as she had her eyes shut for most of it. I hadn’t even really fancied her up until that night and only got horny because the way she spoke about Vega was so sexual, I could feel the sex coming out of her pores.
Saw her a few times after that but we never spoke about that night once. That suited me fine, bearing in mind Ginola was playing in the same team at the time and I roleplayed as Ramon Vega.
Insomnia
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I had you down more as a ginger pele type myself
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there have been a few down the years -
one which made me chuckle was my mate was having some relationship problems and ended up staying at my place as his missus had thrown him out - his son around 7 would come over and spend time with him and he would come to games with him against his wives wishes or watch on the tele - quiet as a church mouse this lad.
After spending a Saturday with us he went back to his mums and she phoned up going ballistic about what he had learned staying with us. Apparently she had friends over and as they played football in the garden the boy shouted out to the other boy loudly that 'I am going to be Mabbutt and you can be that F***king W***ker Dozzell ' she weren't happy
one which made me chuckle was my mate was having some relationship problems and ended up staying at my place as his missus had thrown him out - his son around 7 would come over and spend time with him and he would come to games with him against his wives wishes or watch on the tele - quiet as a church mouse this lad.
After spending a Saturday with us he went back to his mums and she phoned up going ballistic about what he had learned staying with us. Apparently she had friends over and as they played football in the garden the boy shouted out to the other boy loudly that 'I am going to be Mabbutt and you can be that F***king W***ker Dozzell ' she weren't happy
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I met Sol Campbell at a testimonial dinner for Justin Edinburgh at a place near Hyde Park. There was talk of him leaving and he personally promised me he wouldn't go to Arsenal!
