I was thinking of something along these lines... [video=youtube_share;pq-yP7mb8UE]http://youtu.be/pq-yP7mb8UE[/video] Let's just ignore the fact it's a song about stalking, eh?
Hiag, I thought you were a blonde female lawyer? Which would therefore mean you're a lesbian. That's cool
How can you regret supporting a club which you've seen win three Wembley finals live (couldn't get tickets for the other ones). Its also a proper club with a unique name - there is only one Hotspur.
I don't regret supporting Spurs but Jesus it has caused me so much pain and heartache over the years! When I was about 8 in the late 80's I used to like Everton, basically because all the other kids supported Liverpool and like HIAG I had an instant dislike of them from an early age. With Spurs it's always that hope that they may surprise us but you know at the end of the day they will always let you down. I think the game against Chelsea epitomised everything about being a Spurs fan. I went into the match with no real hope but after the first half you begin to believe that maybe this could be our day. Then in 5 minutes reality sets in again. And we don't just lose we end up getting smashed. We must be the worst team ever when we play with ten men!! Saying that I wouldn't want to support anyone else. I am proud to support Spurs. At least no one can accuse us of being glory fans!
A few have called my original question silly and I see what they mean but it has produced some interesting replies. My first team was Dulwich Hamlet because that's where I was taken by my Dad and Grandad crowds of 12000 plus for what was then an Isthmian League side. In the forties (before my time) Hamlet beat Spurs in a friendly and then briefly because at school we were coached by Millwall and Palace players I decided to support Palace. Then I went to Selhurst Park and thought No! The first time I saw Spurs live was at WHL when I sat as Palace supporter. By the end of that game I remembered that my parents had met in Tottenham and thought without Tottenham I wouldn't be here so from that time on I was a Spurs man.
I'm only a young'un (Born just over a month before the fa cup win in 91) so I've missed pretty much all the glory days. Its been difficult at times watching Spurs, especially this season, after we seemed to be making some decent progress the last few years. Doesn't really help that a lot of my friends support Chelsea and Arsenal, so there's constant stick from them without me being able to dish much back (Watching Munich mess it up against Chelsea down the pub a couple of years back was definitely something I'd like to forget). Still I don't think I could ever stop supporting Spurs, even through all the crap. I guess my dad has brainwashed me successfully! Most other fans have it a lot worse. My dad still goes to watch Slough Town frequently as if it's some sort of duty to watch them wallow in the lower leagues, still waiting to return to the Conference after 15+ years. I still have some fantastic memories of Spurs over the years. Going to Selhurst Park and watching Klinsmann bang in four goals, watching Justin Edinburgh give Robbie Savage what he deserves and then Nielsen's last minute goal against Leicester in the League Cup, beating Chelsea in the League Cup in 09 (Think I enjoyed beating Chelsea more than actually winning the cup), our amazing run in the Champions League. That performance against Inter Milan at the lane will remain in my memory forever. It's those moments that make it all worthwhile, it's just a shame there aren't more like them more often!
The thing I'm likely to regret is that I'll probably be dead when our next glory period arrives but I cherish the memories of Gazza, The Famous Five, Jurgens dive, even Judas, Shaggy and Teddy. Ginola and Bale on the wing, European nights under Redknapp, VDV's passion and Kings natural class. Arriving home early to watch the Aussie babes on neighbours, catching the last seconds of BBC lunchtime news and hearing '' Tottenham Hotspur have signed Jurgen Klinsmann '' ........ WTF.
Oh and not forgetting the Dozzell step over, Samways cultured left foot and the Gerry Francis Mullet. Can't have regrets supporting Spurs with such memories.
Sandro. Don't worry,you've got glories to come But as you've found out:- when we are bad,we are bad.But when we are good, all others are 3rd rate!
I use to go to Palace regulary when i was young with a couple of friends, when Sutton were away,Bobby Woodruff and Stevie Kember were in the Palace team then
The village I lived in had a village club. The steward was a guy named Danny Light, he used to play for Palace. He was good mates with Kember, who used to come up to the club quite often - nice enough guy.
We used to have a village club too. I used to ride my bike down on Sunday, watch a match I didn't enjoy, hear my father swear, and hope I'd get a Panda Pop and packet of crisps in the pub after the game. He made me sit outside
"I used to ride my bike down on Sunday, watch a match I didn't enjoy, hear my father swear, and hope I'd get a Panda Pop and packet of crisps in the pub after the game." Very similar. Sometimes I'd get taken to his sunday league games at Pymmes Park. Frequent reds for dissent (my mum used to go "Not again !!??" ) . Post "match" pub trip sitting on the bench outside with Coke in a pint glass and a packet of crisps for my time.
My dad was Canadian, he was not into football a lot,he would follow Palace's result loosely,and he attended a few games,the Zenith cup final at Wembly that ,i think Palace won,and Sutton v Coventry
Heh. It sounded like such a good laugh in the pub. They used to play my father in goal and he hated it. He'd always dreamt of being a striker. Little did the villagers know, but he had a goalkeeping trial at Bristol Rovers as a child and was offered an apprenticeship, or whatever is was called back then (1960-ish). My grandfather said there was no money or future in football so my father became a police officer instead.
"Little did the villagers know, but he had a goalkeeping trial at Bristol Rovers as a child and was offered an apprenticeship, or whatever is was called back then (1960-ish). My grandfather said there was no money or future in football so my father became a police officer instead." My dad was offered trials at Spurs ( !!! ) and Wolves in the 60s. Given clan RDBD is 4 generations Spurs, you can imagine how ballistic my grandfather went when he declined the first one. Never really talked about why he didn't go down that path (all I got from my mum was he once said he felt he "didn't have it in him" ) . But with a hair trigger temper (hence all the sunday league reds for dissent ) , he may have been vindicated.
