Watched the game in a pub with my 2 uni mates (both Woolwich) and with their friends. I kid you not, I got abused all night long by other cunts in the pub, because I was wearing a Spurs shirt. Being in northern France, there are alot of communities other than french. Everyone was shouting to my ear when Ajax did their flicks and tricks, and when they scored the 2nd goal some cunt decided to put a moroccan Ziyech kit to my face. At that moment I swore that if something more happened, I would fight every bastard in that pub. Anyway, my friends told me to calm down. When we scored the 3rd, even they went berserk and cheered, most likely not because of Spurs, because they hate us, but would like to think because of me getting all that abuse all evening and because they saw that how much this club meant to me. Sometimes, even the worst of the worst can cheer for you when something as magical as this happens.
