Another season is over, and this was a strange one in more ways than one.
The biggest news for Tottenham supporters was the sad demise of Mauricio Pochettino. I have been watching Spurs for more than 30 years and his tenure will go down as my favourite time to be a Spurs fan. There were many high points but the 2-1 come from behind win over Arsenal at the old White Hart Lane stands out, with two goals from a young Harry Kane. The atmosphere made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
Taking my dad to see us beat Real Madrid in the Champions League will go down as a close second.
It would have been interesting to see what would have happened had Levy backed Pochettino over the squad but that would have necessitated a time consuming and costly rebuild, something that only the Alex Fergusons of this world get the chance to try.
For the last few weeks I have had a strange feeling of deja-vu as I’ve watched Tottenham struggle. Playing well in patches, a series of unfortunate events seemed to have derailed Mauricio Pochettino’s plans. Continue reading
Hugo Lloris had his detractors last season. It didn’t start well with a highly publicised drink-driving incident. Then the French goalkeeper picked up a thigh injury that kept him out for the whole of September, a run where Tottenham suffered losses to Watford, Liverpool and Inter Milan.
2018 – 2019 was a strange campaign for Tottenham – a lack of signings, the uncertainty over the stadium, mounting injury problems, Moussa Sissoko’s transformation from £30 Million bust, to player of the season.
I still can’t believe it. Tonight Tottenham Hotspur will play in the Champions League final!
I have supported Spurs for over 30 years, raised on stories of the great teams of the 50s and 60s – Greaves, Blanchflower, the glory of the 1961 league and cup double.
My dad was a boy then. He got to watch those teams. That is why I support Spurs. But here we have a chance to go one further than even the great Bill Nicholson managed, and become champions of Europe.
To have done it in such a strange season is even more astonishing. We became the first Premier League club ever to not buy a player in the summer transfer window, then doubled down in the winter. We were homeless for much of the year, stuck playing in a ground that became more and more depressing by the game. The injuries mounted up month by month – Alli, Winks, Kane.
But somehow we made it here.
I’m afraid to say, I don’t think I can enjoy the game. I’m just too nervous. But let’s hope I can enjoy the result. Let’s hope we can make history.
Come on you Spurs!
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What a month it’s been for Spurs’ fans.
First we finally came home. Then we remembered how to win again. And now we’re in the Champions League semi-finals (note: not for the first time, the European Cup still counts).
My first view of the new stadium came on its opening night. As I walked up Tottenham High Road it started snowing, adding to the majesty of the spectacle. Continue reading