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6.45pm radio sports desk.
Spurs autumn 66 went 6 games without a win, then went on to win FAC and 3rd in the FL.
Wow, that is some claim to fame - have you mentioned it before? If that were me, every man and his dog would know about it.
One other thing people might not believe is that Spurs and Woolwich never played at home at the same time.
Not because of crowd trouble but so that locals could watch a match, one week Spurs the next goons!!
My uncle always went to both, the only entertainment available then...always loved Spurs best tho!
same for me . Football is completely tribal , Arse (historic) and the Chavs are on an equal level of dislike .I could never do that
As soon as I became a Spur I hated Woolwich with a passion and still do although the Chavs and the Dippers have overtaken them in my hatred
Woolwich to me now are another Spam
Like an irritating mosquito
pretty much my storyJust before my time. Started following the fortunes of the mighty Lilywhites in (Feb) 1968 buy i was only 7 and living in the far East so didn't really start ''supporting' the team until around 1970/71 and went to my first game in 1972.
No pens in FA cup ties either. And none of this nonsense about Plod needing 10 days for a replay. Sat-Weds-Sat-Weds...tough titty!!Ah, but back in those days there was no rotating squads the same players played. Every league game, (42) back then and every cup game bar injuries. The th.
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After Googling,its the one at the top. Mick Stead? Help an old boy out someone.
Same with my father. He would have watched just about every home game in the sixties. I remember theMy old man used to go in the glory days.
Was there against Gornik with my mum in the East Stand.
Dave Mackay is still his hero.
Our team arguably in the decade of the 60s would be our finest? Before my time and only by what I’ve read but in terms of honours and individuals Greaves,MacKay,Blanchflower,Smith,White ect I’ve no reason to doubt it! But can I ask and this for our erm.....more mature fans of the current squad and possibly before who would have matched up to the 60s team? Difficult I know but say Gascoigne,Hoddle or Ardilles would they have cut mustard? Kane surely! Eriksen,Son,Winks? Football in the 60s was hard I know that but take that out put it on a skill level alone is Kane or will Kane be as good as Greaves? Eriksen and MacKay as good as each other but in different ways?
My dad took me to my first Spurs game in 1958 when I was 7 years old.
It was the start of what was to be a sometimes painful journey of following the mighty Tottenham Hotspur.
My first painful experience occurred a few years later during the summer holidays.
Me and 3 other boys from The Hood were bored.Some bright spark came up with the idea of going to the Spurs training ground at Cheshunt ,watch the team train and collect a few autographs.
Sounded like a good plan so the next day 4 of us set off for sunny Cheshunt.
3 of us wearing shorts and 1 wearing long trousers.
Wr decided that the best method of approach was probably to sneak in at the back of the ground.
Less chance of us being spotted and thrown out.
Started making our way through the undergrowth heading towards the players we could see in the distance.
It took us a while to work out that we were walking through a patch of stinging nettles.
Not something you should be doing wearing short trousers.
To add insult to injury we realized that the first tram were not training that day.
I went to games with my dad until I started secondary school,when I started going with my school mates.
As close to the half way line below the shelf was our preferred spot.Getting into the ground by 1:30 normally achieved the objective.
Matches from that long ago do tend to merge in your mind unless there is something notable about them.
Tottenham v Aston Villa in March 1966 was one such game. Tottenham played superbly during the first half of that game and after the first few minutes of the second half were leading by 5 goals to 1.
It finished up 5=5 with us hanging on at the end. Great entertainment but we were lucky not to lose.
During the following season I started going to away matches outside of London.
Highlight for me was April 1967 FA cup semi final v Nottimgham Forest at Hillsborough.
We won 2-1 Frank Saul scoring one of the goals as he did in the final against the chavs.
Frank Saul was almost the forgotten man of that decade.
He made his debut during the double winning season playing 6 games and scoring 3 goals.
He was only 17 years old when he made his debut.
Sadly he never really fulfilled his early potential.
His reward for scoring two vital goals that helped us win the cup was to be transferred to Southampton as part of the deal that brought Martin Chivers to Tottenham.
All things bright and beautiful
All creatures great and small
All thing wise and wonderful
He gave us Frankie Saul
Onwards to January 1968
Drawn away to Man U in the cup
Chivers scored twice in 2-2 draw.
Replay tickets on sale Monday at 10am.
Monday morning came,went to school got my mark in the register left by the back door to go to join the queue for replay tickets.
Felt a tap on my shoulder turned around and found myself looking into the face of my deputy headmaster.He was not a happy man
Dragged me out of the queue.marched me back to school whilst giving me a lecture on how disappointed he was with me.Thought I might get away with a couple of detentions.No chance.Out came the cane.
Once again I suffered pain for my support of the mighty Tottenham Hotspur.
Two games in 1969 stand out in my memory.Only one of which involved us.
15th March 1969 WoolwichvSwindon league cup final
Myself and two of my Park Lane mates were there for extra time when Don Rogers took Woolwich apart on the mud heap that passed fora football pitch.
It was really hard not to cheer or laugh when the 3rd goal went in.
The misery surrounding us was incredible.
Grown men crying because they felt so humiliated.
It was truly magical.
Finally September 1969 away to Derby County\
We were shite deservedly hammered 5-0
Me and my mates just wanted to get back to London as quickly as possible.
A view not shared by lots of our fellow supporters.
I think we were about 20minutes out of Derby when we realized this train was not going to make it to London.
The train or what was left of the train limped in to Flitwick station where it came to a halt.
Probably waiting for the arrival of the PC Plodd and his merry men
The rest you probably know a few hundred of the train wreckers decided to go and see what damage they could do to a small Bedfordshire Town while the rest of us crossed the tracks and got a train to London.
Not Park Lames finest hour
Jimmy Greaves finest finisher I ever saw,Dave Mackay and Mike England two of the hardest men to have worn our shirt John White one of the most skillful Not forgetting the wonderful Cliff Jones.
Happy days
Used to go to lots of those games in the early 70's. Sometimes used to sit on top of the wooden steps right behind the goal. As there were only a few thousand people at Combination matches, we used to love it when the ball landed on the terraces and you had the chance to kick it back. Hurt your bloody foot though! And of course you had the old bloke giving you the 15 minute updates on how the first team were doing. There was always that anticipation when he went to the box to change the score. Would it be a goal to us - or to the home team?!!! If it was us who had scored, the tannoy would say; "and the scorer was Chivers"I couldn't imagine going to woolwich one week and THFC the next to be honest although i know it happened. The combinaiton games at Tottenham were more for me watching Ray Bunkell, John Cutbush, Tony Want, Phil Holder amongst others who didn't quite make it at Spurs. I knew every fact about our players in those days and would devour anything related to Tottenham. Now i just want us to win and couldn't tell you much about our modern team.
Me and 3 other boys from The Hood were bored.
do you mean the peanut man?was there a guy in the crowd selling stuff during the game? Up here we had an old boy selling macaroon bars