It’s 5am and my cockerel alarm is ringing in my ears, I don’t want to wake and then I remember, it’s match day, the buzz is instant and like a drug pulls me out of my slumber. It’s up, shower, dress, eat and off to meet the lads (and ladies) to descend on our pilgrimage to White Hart Lane, the sacred home of THFC. With a 155 mile trip ahead we are buoyed in the knowledge of what is to […]
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