The day that we signed Jurgen, I was decorating the outside of my wife's grandmother's house. I was up a ladder and painting the eaves and I hate heights. When the signing came through on the news, I bloody nearly fell off the ladder. A crazy and hugely fun season, which is just as well as the following decade was bloody horrendous. It was good to see him back at Spurs for The Legends game and he looked like he really enjoyed being there.
The first season I was old enough to follow us 'properly' and know what was going on. Had posters of Jurgen, Teddy, Anderton and Mabbutt above my bed and a huge THFC flag draped over my bedroom door. I would've plastered the rest of the room with paraphernalia too but I shared a room with my brother who hated football (probably because he is ****e at it). That 94/95 season was wonderfully entertaining as Brian has said. It gave me (and probably many more) the false impression that things were on the up again....little did I know what misery I would endure for the next 7 years One of my fondest childhood highlights was going to a huge shopping center with my dad where Jurgen was doing a book signing. We queued for two hours until the tuft of blonde hair and prominent teutonic nose came into view. I was so bloody nervous I saw him and just blurted out "I have a poster of you. I sleep with it." But he took it in good humour, ruffled my hair and signed the (fake - my parents couldn't afford the real thing) Spurs shirt I was wearing. I refused to wash my hair all week and wore that shirt to bed every night - I refused to let my mum wash it in case the signature ran in the wash. But eventually, mum prevailed (staggeringly stubborn woman - I wonder where I get it from ) and wash it she did. And run it did. And not speak to her for a month I did. Them were the days. The final flash of a dying light, raging against the coming darkness.
Would have 'liked' this a lot more than once, if it was possible. It was Jimmy Greaves, then Stevie P for me.
Jurgen's signing ignited the magic, for me. Ginola single-handedly kept that spark aflame in the darkest of days. I teared up when he flounced - in typically and deservedly Ginola fashion - onto the pitch at the WHL farewell ceremony. He kept me believing that the club hadn't lost its soul forever.
Do we refer the days after Jurgen "the dark days?" What happened to us? Awful players and managers! Never again!!!!!!
Alan Sugar didn't really know how to run the club and was mainly there for the Premier League money for Amstrad. He prevented an incredibly damaging situation of Irving Scholar's creation, but he should have let someone else run things. I don't think that he ever got football, to be honest. He still seems to struggle now.
Thicc Vinn opens his account for Monterrey Meanwhile, here's GKN discovering that Goztepe don't believe in things such as having any defenders on their right flank
Could be worse. I remember ITV's camera where you couldn't make out who was on the far side of the pitch...