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Mrs Perryman said:
That evening we had a bon voyage party for my parents, as they were going back to Malta.
Although it was a Second Division game, it was on MOTD that evening and the party had to stop so we could watch it (no video recorders or streaming back then!).
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If I'm not mistaken, the other game on MOTD was Liverpool v Everton.
That finished 0-0!
 
SpiderSpurs said:
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Great fun that season. Went to all home and nearly all away games. Stand out memories were this game against B Rovers, a wonder goal from Hoddle in the FA cup home game against Bolton (sadly not televised) and oddly enough Luton away.

The Luton away game was scheduled for a Sat but was a late postponement due to weather. Found out at when I arrived at Kings X station along with a large Spurs contingent already there. As our game was off, someone in the mob decided it would be a good idea to go to Woolwich, who were at home to Walsall in the FA cup, and have some fun in the North Bank. What possessed me, I don’t know, but along I went anyway. I was 17, not known as a fighter but admitted at the time to enjoying it happening all around me.

Just before kick off we were in, the Spurs shouts went out and I just remember a charge through the North Bank. The element of surprise cut a swathe through the goons and the next thing I remember is being escorted out by the police and left in the street, along with plenty of others. What happened to those at the front of the charge I never found out (I was very much at the back). But outside everyone was laughing and thought it a hoot so don’t think there was much in the way of injuries despite being so outnumbered.

The postponed Luton away game played the following Wednesday night I think. It was absolutely pissing down. Got into the ground and escorted by police to a little makeshift storage area where they were filtering out everyone wearing Doc Martens boots. This used to happen if your boots were steel toe caps (mine weren’t) but not ordinary DMs. Luton Police, however, thought differently. The choice was you handed your boots in, they were put in empty shoe boxes, then they gave you a ticket for them and you stood on the terracing in the piss rain in your socks, or you left the ground. A copper felt sorry for some of us and gave us cardboard shoe boxes to stand in and we were allowed to keep our laces and tie the boxes to our feet. I still tell this to people occasionally and I can see the disbelief in their eyes but honestly, I am not making this up. My abiding memory at the final whistle— we won 4-1– was looking around me and seeing dozens of fans, like me, standing in the rain on disintegrating sopping wet cardboard boxes in our soaking wet socks and bootlaces tied around our feet. Happy days.

Apologies for the essay but once I get reminiscing.
 
Crocker said:
Great fun that season. Went to all home and nearly all away games. Stand out memories were this game against B Rovers, a wonder goal from Hoddle in the FA cup home game against Bolton (sadly not televised) and oddly enough Luton away.

The Luton away game was scheduled for a Sat but was a late postponement due to weather. Found out at when I arrived at Kings X station along with a large Spurs contingent already there. As our game was off, someone in the mob decided it would be a good idea to go to Woolwich, who were at home to Walsall in the FA cup, and have some fun in the North Bank. What possessed me, I don’t know, but along I went anyway. I was 17, not known as a fighter but admitted at the time to enjoying it happening all around me.

Just before kick off we were in, the Spurs shouts went out and I just remember a charge through the North Bank. The element of surprise cut a swathe through the goons and the next thing I remember is being escorted out by the police and left in the street, along with plenty of others. What happened to those at the front of the charge I never found out (I was very much at the back). But outside everyone was laughing and thought it a hoot so don’t think there was much in the way of injuries despite being so outnumbered.

The postponed Luton away game played the following Wednesday night I think. It was absolutely pissing down. Got into the ground and escorted by police to a little makeshift storage area where they were filtering out everyone wearing Doc Martens boots. This used to happen if your boots were steel toe caps (mine weren’t) but not ordinary DMs. Luton Police, however, thought differently. The choice was you handed your boots in, they were put in empty shoe boxes, then they gave you a ticket for them and you stood on the terracing in the piss rain in your socks, or you left the ground. A copper felt sorry for some of us and gave us cardboard shoe boxes to stand in and we were allowed to keep our laces and tie the boxes to our feet. I still tell this to people occasionally and I can see the disbelief in their eyes but honestly, I am not making this up. My abiding memory at the final whistle— we won 4-1– was looking around me and seeing dozens of fans, like me, standing in the rain on disintegrating sopping wet cardboard boxes in our soaking wet socks and bootlaces tied around our feet. Happy days.

Apologies for the essay but once I get reminiscing.
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Also went to the Woolwich game, we met up with a few Walsall fans outside before the game and persuaded them to come in the North Bank with us. A few of them were a bit wary, but some came in with us. We managed to stay in for the whole of the game, taking the piss out of the scum.
Luckily for the Luton game I wore me brogues.
 
Mrs Perryman said:
You've got a better memory than me. Even back then, my sole interest was Spurs :)
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Going to games back in those days, you would enter the ground and wonder if our game was going to be on the TV. Once you got on to the terraces, you'd glance up to the gantry above the shelf to see if it was going to be the case.
 
Crocker said:
Great fun that season. Went to all home and nearly all away games. Stand out memories were this game against B Rovers, a wonder goal from Hoddle in the FA cup home game against Bolton (sadly not televised) and oddly enough Luton away.

The Luton away game was scheduled for a Sat but was a late postponement due to weather. Found out at when I arrived at Kings X station along with a large Spurs contingent already there. As our game was off, someone in the mob decided it would be a good idea to go to Woolwich, who were at home to Walsall in the FA cup, and have some fun in the North Bank. What possessed me, I don’t know, but along I went anyway. I was 17, not known as a fighter but admitted at the time to enjoying it happening all around me.

Just before kick off we were in, the Spurs shouts went out and I just remember a charge through the North Bank. The element of surprise cut a swathe through the goons and the next thing I remember is being escorted out by the police and left in the street, along with plenty of others. What happened to those at the front of the charge I never found out (I was very much at the back). But outside everyone was laughing and thought it a hoot so don’t think there was much in the way of injuries despite being so outnumbered.

The postponed Luton away game played the following Wednesday night I think. It was absolutely pissing down. Got into the ground and escorted by police to a little makeshift storage area where they were filtering out everyone wearing Doc Martens boots. This used to happen if your boots were steel toe caps (mine weren’t) but not ordinary DMs. Luton Police, however, thought differently. The choice was you handed your boots in, they were put in empty shoe boxes, then they gave you a ticket for them and you stood on the terracing in the piss rain in your socks, or you left the ground. A copper felt sorry for some of us and gave us cardboard shoe boxes to stand in and we were allowed to keep our laces and tie the boxes to our feet. I still tell this to people occasionally and I can see the disbelief in their eyes but honestly, I am not making this up. My abiding memory at the final whistle— we won 4-1– was looking around me and seeing dozens of fans, like me, standing in the rain on disintegrating sopping wet cardboard boxes in our soaking wet socks and bootlaces tied around our feet. Happy days.

Apologies for the essay but once I get reminiscing.
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What a fantastic story, love hearing about the escapades our fans got up to back then.
That era was before I started going to all the games, but managed half a dozen games that season. I remember being in Woolies on Holloway Rd when we played Southampton in the last game of the season, praying for the final whistle (must have been on the radio), and going mental with my siblings in the aisle. Happy days :)
 
Crocker said:
Great fun that season. Went to all home and nearly all away games. Stand out memories were this game against B Rovers, a wonder goal from Hoddle in the FA cup home game against Bolton (sadly not televised) and oddly enough Luton away.

The Luton away game was scheduled for a Sat but was a late postponement due to weather. Found out at when I arrived at Kings X station along with a large Spurs contingent already there. As our game was off, someone in the mob decided it would be a good idea to go to Woolwich, who were at home to Walsall in the FA cup, and have some fun in the North Bank. What possessed me, I don’t know, but along I went anyway. I was 17, not known as a fighter but admitted at the time to enjoying it happening all around me.

Just before kick off we were in, the Spurs shouts went out and I just remember a charge through the North Bank. The element of surprise cut a swathe through the goons and the next thing I remember is being escorted out by the police and left in the street, along with plenty of others. What happened to those at the front of the charge I never found out (I was very much at the back). But outside everyone was laughing and thought it a hoot so don’t think there was much in the way of injuries despite being so outnumbered.

The postponed Luton away game played the following Wednesday night I think. It was absolutely pissing down. Got into the ground and escorted by police to a little makeshift storage area where they were filtering out everyone wearing Doc Martens boots. This used to happen if your boots were steel toe caps (mine weren’t) but not ordinary DMs. Luton Police, however, thought differently. The choice was you handed your boots in, they were put in empty shoe boxes, then they gave you a ticket for them and you stood on the terracing in the piss rain in your socks, or you left the ground. A copper felt sorry for some of us and gave us cardboard shoe boxes to stand in and we were allowed to keep our laces and tie the boxes to our feet. I still tell this to people occasionally and I can see the disbelief in their eyes but honestly, I am not making this up. My abiding memory at the final whistle— we won 4-1– was looking around me and seeing dozens of fans, like me, standing in the rain on disintegrating sopping wet cardboard boxes in our soaking wet socks and bootlaces tied around our feet. Happy days.

Apologies for the essay but once I get reminiscing.
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Same thing happened one year when we were going to Villa. Game got cancelled and the train returned to Euston. Again, some bright spark suggested Goons v Newcastle in the North Bank. Got a bit hairy inside if I recall. Mad but fun days.
 
Mrs Perryman said:
What a fantastic story, love hearing about the escapades our fans got up to back then.
That era was before I started going to all the games, but managed half a dozen games that season. I remember being in Woolies on Holloway Rd when we played Southampton in the last game of the season, praying for the final whistle (must have been on the radio), and going mental with my siblings in the aisle. Happy days :)
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Remember that day well. Stood outside the old Dell ground along with thousands of other Spurs fans who couldn’t get in on the day. All crammed around transistor radios to hear whatever commentary we could, or in my case, relying on a guy who had scaled a huge tree where he could see part of the pitch and he commentated as best as he could. whenever the ball came into view. As you say, happy days.
 
Sir Alfred Conn said:
Same thing happened one year when we were going to Villa. Game got cancelled and the train returned to Euston. Again, some bright spark suggested Goons v Newcastle in the North Bank. Got a bit hairy inside if I recall. Mad but fun days.
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As you say, madness when you think about it now, but at the time, great fun and wouldn’t swap any of it.
 
Crocker said:
Remember that day well. Stood outside the old Dell ground along with thousands of other Spurs fans who couldn’t get in on the day. All crammed around transistor radios to hear whatever commentary we could, or in my case, relying on a guy who had scaled a huge tree where he could see part of the pitch and he commentated as best as he could. whenever the ball came into view. As you say, happy days.
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I posted a picture of me and me mates on the pitch after the game, in the T B W A H thread a couple of years ago. A few good stories of what we got up to back then.
 
Pete27 said:
Going to games back in those days, you would enter the ground and wonder if our game was going to be on the TV. Once you got on to the terraces, you'd glance up to the gantry above the shelf to see if it was going to be the case.
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depending which way you were coming from, we could usually tell from seeing if the big LWT or BBC trucks were in the road.
How much more recognition The Shelf would've got if the cameras had been placed in the west stand instead.
 
mick derry said:
depending which way you were coming from, we could usually tell from seeing if the big LWT or BBC trucks were in the road.
How much more recognition The Shelf would've got if the cameras had been placed in the west stand instead.
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If we were on MOTD you'd more often than not hear a certain song from under the gantry;
"jimmy Jimmy Jimmy Hill Jimmy Hill Jimmy Hill...." ;)
 
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