I’ve only travelled to Kings cross 3 times in order to watch Spurs, twice for league cup finals (Chelsea 2008 and United 2009) and once to break my 1882 duck, the later was undoubtedly the best. With every passing mile my expectation and anxiety grew, and despite being alone for the journey I was still optimistic. My excitement however was brought to a shuddering holt when 3 annoyingly happy Gooners stepped onto the train. A gooner is by design and [...]
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