I was 10 years old, didn't know anything about football, but the FA cup semi-final was on the TV and me and my brother decided to pick a team each. I chose Spurs because the build-up show told me they were the unlikely underdog, with the potential for flashes of brilliance, who needed the win to stave off financial ruin. How could I not fall in love after that game? (Luckily for me, by the way, my brother ditched Woolwich and got a life sentence at Blackburn).