To me, White Hart Lane is my church and unfortunately no matter how nice and shiny the new stadium is it will never be quite the same.
I’m sure I’m not the only Tottenham fan out there that views the impending Northumberland Development Project with a considerable degree of trepidation.
Don’t get me wrong the route we are going down is without doubt the lesser of two evils in comparison to the idea of upping sticks and moving our club to Stratford. I realise that in terms of being able to compete at the top level, a bigger stadium is a necessity. Symptomatic of the fact that in the modern game cash is king and if we cannot compete financially with the clubs around us, we will be left behind.
Unfortunately this will mean the end of the stadium that has been our home since 1899.
I love White Hart Lane, for all it’s faults, there is nowhere I would prefer to pay a ridiculous price for a warm, plastic bottle of Carlsberg or queue for 10 minutes for the toilets. Because when all is said and done it is home.
Don't get me wrong the route we are going down is without doubt the lesser of two evils in comparison to the idea of upping sticks and moving our club to Stratford.
Even now, after nearly 20 years of going, I still get that childlike feeling of excitement as I approach the stadium, everything about it, the smell in the air, the atmosphere, everything still gives me that buzz. Even for early kick-offs, turning up with the worst hangover imaginable, the hairs on the back of my neck still stand up when I walk up the steps and the pitch comes into view.
Many a time I’ve looked out before kick-off at the pitch and marvelled at all of the history that was right before my eyes; from clinching the Division one title and the first part of the Double against Sheffield Wednesday in 1961 to the much more recent glorious demolition of Inter Milan in the Champions League, it all happened right there on that pitch, in that stadium. Aswell as the legendary players that have graced that hallowed turf; the likes of Blanchflower, Greaves, Hoddle and Gascoigne.
Unfortunately, although a new stadium would give us increased capacity and greater financial clout, in some ways it will still feel like we are losing a huge part of our history aswell as those ‘ghosts of legends past’, because no matter how much money is thrown at this project, that history is something that can never be transplanted.
In addition to this, the move to the new stadium will almost certainly entail the selling of the naming rights for the stadium. This almost feels like selling off our history and traditions to the highest bidder.
At the end of the day, home is where the heart is and Tottenham Hotspur’s heart will always be at White Hart Lane.
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