This is plain scary! I remember the '67 cup final. I was sent to friends house that night because my granddad was seriously ill with lung cancer (he passed that night), and said friend was all Chelsea. My entire family on my dad's side were, and are Tottenham - uncles, aunts, cousins, their kids, my daughter, and brothers. I always wanted a Spurs shirt, but never got a real one, so I cut out a black cockerel and sowed it onto a long sleeved white shirt I had. Unfortunately there was some red on it from where I constantly pricked my fingers while trying to sow the badge on!
There is no other team, period!
Hah! Perfect!