I cannot regret being a Spurs supporter because they are part of the fabric of my life from a little 5 year old when my lovely Dad took me to home games then later going with all my mates, then my boyfriend who became my husband. We bought our first house in Tottenham in 1964 for £1,600! (I grew up in Muswell Hill & he in Wood Green). I learnt more about geography through following Spurs than I ever learnt at school. By going to away games I discovered the beauty of Northumberland, Yorkshire, Lancashire, Co. Durham etc. Oop north, I realized, was not all dark satantic mills but counties of great beauty where I've spent many lovely holidays since. Supporting Spurs got me traveling. Not many folk had cars in the 50's so we did not get around so much. Football changed that for me. I am very lucky that my lifespan of supporting included ALL the good times, the Glory Glory Days & a few more cups besides. I do sympathise with the younger generation who do not have these great memories to sustain them through the dire times. I must admit though, after watching the Chelsea game on Saturday then the Rugby on Sunday I get more pleasure from watching the latter. I also look forward to Le Toure. But, regret supporting Spurs? Never on your life. COYS.
My regret is following football. Life would be so much simpler if I didn't care and I wouldn't be depressed so much of the time.
We are just far enough from the top to properly enjoy the success when it comes. We are near enough to hope for the wins, we are near enough to expect them. We are also far enough away to know the feeling of coming up short. It is these rollercoaster emotions that mean supporting Spurs is far more interesting and exciting than almost any other team in the division. We never know what we will get. Look right now! We have no idea who wil be our manager at the start of next season. Will our expensive signings come good and a new Bale emerge or will many of them leave. It's never dull is it!
Three things which made me realize I had too sunny a view of the world were watching a German farmer slit the throat and skin a rabbit two hutches above the one I was feeding carrots to when I was three or four; watching the Chicago Cubs collapse in the stretch in 1969 when I was eight, and realizing that my country was wrong to be fighting a war in Vietnam at ten or eleven. All three made me a less optimistic and less happy person, but they also made me less two dimensional. I want to college with some kids who'd never had a bad thing happen to them in their lives. They were nice people, good people even, but hopelessly shallow. Never a first division club--but Southampton to at least a degree three and four years ago. I'd started by being interested in the World Cup, gravitated towards England because I find talented underachievers compelling, and thought I'd find a team to support the rest of the year. I don't know why Southampton didn't do it for me; well, I think I do, actually, I wanted to follow the Premiere League, mostly because I could watch PL games and not Championship or League One. Also, I couldn't get my wife interested in the lower leagues, so I suggested Spurs as a good team in the PL. Before I knew it, my talking her into following Spurs had talked myself into following Spurs as well. My timing was such that I wasn't really on board for the CL season, but instead watched Spurs collapse over "Harry for England,"--a striking replay of the Cubs in 1969.
Come on, guys! We love supporting Spurs because we know we're so much better than we sometimes play, and the pain is also part of the pleasure knowing that we'll always be the pundit's underdog. Let's not forget that we're the team that gave the world THAT Ricky Villa goal. That was easily worth at least a decade of hurt.
So what about the other two decades? Not sure if the Ginola goal against Barnsley (?) quite covers that debt.
A shattered dream of pain, no satisfaction and disappointment has been my boat for the last two decades. Spurs for me is the spotty boy in the playground surrounded by other's who constantly mock as every year our hope crashes to dust and never gets the girl. . All realise we will self implode. This song sums it up for me " I will let you down , I will make you hurt " [video]www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmVAWKfJ4Go[/video] The man in black. No regrets as this is counterbalanced with love and beauty in my own little daily Arcadia.
She's a 'lezza' tots, not to be deterred, hbic's booking himself in for a trans-gender op.!....you have to admire his determination!
I'd probably say I'm similar to Blue and White. I certainly don't regret supporting Spurs - despite the fact they bring a lot of pain and disappointment they've also brought a lot of joy and happiness to my life - but following football has definitely made life so much more complicated than what it could be.
That was me! I was most definitely just joshing. I love supporting Spurs, the highs, as few and far between as they are, are heightened by the many lows. Who would want to support a team where you knew you'd win if you were 3-0 up and playing against 10 men? To answer Notso's question - I've always been Spurs. My dad is Spurs and i inherited it. I wasn't much interested in football as a very young kid, all into my snooker, but picked it up in 90/91 season, a good season to start i guess
I,ve always been a Spurs fan since i was old enough to understand football,chose them because the name Hotspur was different from the city's uniteds ect.
I was going to go with likeable English underdog. The English love the underdog. I regret missing some good social events to stay in and watch Spurs. I regret cheering for some players, only for them to let me down. I regret investing emotional attachment to results. Regret being a Spurs supporter? That's a silly question. I regret not supporting them more. If I went to Spurs games, my comical abuse from behind the goal would surely influence the players and we'd win more often.
