Forgive me Father, for I have sinned...
When I was a kid, I spent some time at Gt Ormond St Hospital.
Just before Christmas 1985, I was recovering from an op, and was still quite heavily sedated... coming round to the sight of Kenny Sansom (who was holding my hand) Viv Anderson who, (my Mum later informed me) was crying , and a very young Martin Keown sat around my bed.
I honestly thought I'd died and gone to hell.
They asked me what team I supported, I meekly told them Spurs, and they laughed. Worst thing is, I let them sign my autograph book (we all had them in those days) which to my shame, I have kept!
But it's OK, 'cos their '85 team was shit, so I didn't feel too bad about fraternising with the enemy!
So Help Me Lord!