A few of us at school talked of going to a spurs game but it was just talk, apart from Jeff who shared that same burning desire as me to go to a game. Jeff said it was easy enough to do, a 102 bus ride from Golders Green Bus station to Sterling corner and we could just walk down the High Road and we would be there. We vowed to do it and in the current season too, the only stumbling block was funds! I had a paper round so I was ok but Jeff was not so lucky, I offered to pay for him but he was too proud to accept my offer. At the end of March he got some birthday money and we were on, unfortunately the Easter Holidays saw Jeff away with his family and games against QPR and Derby slipped by. There were only two home games left so we determined Saturday 30th April 1977 at home to Aston Villa was the day we were going to make it to the Lane.
I don’t think I slept a wink that night, we had agreed to be at Golders Green bus station for 10 am, I was a couple of minutes late but Jeff was not yet at the station so no problem. I excitedly waited for Jeff to arrive, after the 3rd 102 came and went I started to get worried surely Jeff would be coming, of course he would, maybe I was late and he decided not to wait for me. I was crestfallen and didn’t know what to do. I decided to go on my own and maybe I’d meet Jeff at the ground.
The plan was to follow the crowd and get off the bus at the same stop as everyone else and follow them to the ground; the slight flaw in the plan was that being so early I was the only person on the bus going to the game. Thankfully the scarf I was proudly wearing around my neck was a giveaway and the bus conductor (it was that long ago!)told me if I was going to the game I should get off here and walk down the High Street. The walk was a bit longer than I expected and I was just beginning to think I’d taken a wrong turn when I saw it, the street sign saying PAXTON ROAD, and wow I was so excited. I walked down the short distance and waited at the first turnstile I found. It was probably an hour before the turnstiles opened but I just stood there with an inane grin on my face I couldn’t believe it I was really going to see Spurs play.
The turnstile finally opened and I was in, I ran up to the terracing and wow I was in, the sun was beating down and the stadium looked amazing. I ran behind the goal and stood in amazement. As people gradually entered the ground I decided to see if Jeff was around, I went up and down the Paxton Road end and could see no sign of Jeff, I walked through the gate and walked along the East Stand, I didn’t know it was called the Shelf side in them days and I walked up to the middle terrace, quickly coming down deciding it was too steep and high for me. I went back to the Paxton Road end. The place began to fill up and the atmosphere was electric. We started well but fell behind to an early goal. We were soon level with a piece of magic from a young midfielder called Glenn Hoddle who curled in a 20 yard free kick (I course I didn’t know it at the time but young Glenn was going to be a source of great joy over the coming seasons as I became a regular at White Hart Lane.
As the players came out for the second half I truly was in heaven, and undoubtedly the highlight of my day my idol the one and only PAT JENNINGS was about 10 feet away from me smiling and humbly applauding the Paxton Road, what an imposing figure he was but what a gentleman and what a legend, and I got to see him play (sadly my second visit to the lane two weeks later was to be the last time I saw him in a Spurs shirt). We were the better team in the second half but time was running out when we struck a late to go in front, and moments later the place exploded as we got a third. WE ARE STAYING UP the crowd roared and a couple of kids ran onto the pitch and there shaking hands with Pat Jennings was Jeff! Apparently he had been grounded until his parents thought it would be too late for him to get to the game but he was in the ground just before kick-off. He was escorted from the ground by a burly police man which drew boos from several fans saying he was only an excited kid and they should put him back in the crowd. Moments later the final whistle went and white hart lane erupted. I was literally carried out of the ground by the swell of people heading towards the exit with my feet of the ground.
It was love at first sight
COYS