To start off this blog , I replicate an article that I wrote and had published on mehstg.com - one of my favourite Spurs sites. This will hopefully set the tone of the blog and tell you where it all started.
I have a confession to make: The first game of football I saw was at Highbury. I’m not proud of it, but I had to tell someone. I was 7 years old and I remember nothing about the game or the opposition, but I do know the result – no prizes for guessing – it was 0-0.
I left with a heavy heart. Football was no fun, I thought, but happily I was wrong. A short while later, on the night of Wednesday 25th of October 1972, Dad took me to the Lane. 2nd round 1st leg UEFA Cup-Tie v Olympiakos Piraeus. I’m sure being a European Tie, the atmosphere would have been greater compared to the Gooners dreary league game. At the time, however, I just forgot my harrowing Highbury experience and got caught up in the match.
Memories fade of the actual game – I can remember four goals going in; two from Pearce and one each from Chivers and Coates. I do recall the players becoming legends in that 90 minutes – Peters, Knowles and Gilzean all stuck in the memory, but it was big Pat Jennings who attained instant hero status.
I also recall the away supporters coming into the North Stand and giving out pennants to the young Spurs fans. Imagine that happening now. Sadly this treasured memento has long disappeared.
So, I was set for life. To be fair to Dad, he’d always been Spurs through and through and there was never any doubt as to who I would follow. As for him taking me to Arsenal, I can never forgive him.
I left with a heavy heart. Football was no fun, I thought, but happily I was wrong. A short while later, on the night of Wednesday 25th of October 1972, Dad took me to the Lane. 2nd round 1st leg UEFA Cup-Tie v Olympiakos Piraeus. I’m sure being a European Tie, the atmosphere would have been greater compared to the Gooners dreary league game. At the time, however, I just forgot my harrowing Highbury experience and got caught up in the match.
Memories fade of the actual game – I can remember four goals going in; two from Pearce and one each from Chivers and Coates. I do recall the players becoming legends in that 90 minutes – Peters, Knowles and Gilzean all stuck in the memory, but it was big Pat Jennings who attained instant hero status.
I also recall the away supporters coming into the North Stand and giving out pennants to the young Spurs fans. Imagine that happening now. Sadly this treasured memento has long disappeared.
So, I was set for life. To be fair to Dad, he’d always been Spurs through and through and there was never any doubt as to who I would follow. As for him taking me to Arsenal, I can never forgive him.
