Am on my own for this one.
Watched "The Lane" film about WHL and the film of our Finale at White Hart Lane. So many tear marker moments...One Danny Thomas...UEFA Cup win with Tony Parks, Hoddles leaving goal but most of Fabrice Muwamba (excuse spelling).
I am very lucky as an old bastard to have brilliant kids and a fantastic better half plus a job I like...but when I was a kid living with my arse of a mother's child beating bastard husband it was Spurs that gave me hope and somewhere to belong as well as somewhere to escape to.
We weren't good but I was Spurs and spurs were me.
When my son died in the 1990s my world died with him. When I got with Mrs RCL a couple of years later she brought me back from a dark world and actively encouraged me to fall in love with spurs as well as her...
(Was a bit cross with her during the Gross and Bloke in a Coat years mind

)
She encouraged me to escape into football land and let me introduce the girls the life as a spur knowing all the pain they'd endure!!!!!
She saved money so I could get a memorial tree for my son so I have somewhere to go on his birthday (back then if your kid died at birth they did not issue a birth certificate so you got no funeral) ...she encouraged me, then made me go to a spurs v liverpool match in November 2008 (on the day before the anniversary) so it would be like I was taking him to a match...that was 14 years after he died and sitting on my own watching that match at the lane brought me a lot of closure and hugely lessened my guilt.
This (along with all the fab footballing memories) is why I will always support the club through thick and thin...(they did it for me as a kid and an adult)
So bollocks to spending nothing...bollocks to selling players...bollocks to losing to Watford and losing today...bollocks to the late stadium...bollocks to no trophies...
COOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMME
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNN
YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUU
SPUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
I am in block 113 entrance F...will scream myself hoarse to make up for my girls not being with me.