than do a conventional "I
was there" and concentrate
on one match, I thought Iíd mention a few of the bigger ones (and
there were many) back in season 1981-2.
were in the run for all four competitions, until we were pipped at the
post by Liverpool in the Milk (nee League) Cup in March. We lost
our unbeaten Wembley/domestic cup unbeaten record having led until the
the three left now, which led to the song:
sing wherever you maybe,
lost the League Cup at Wembley,
weíll be back to win the other three,
weíll go down in history ..."
quite work out that way, but the song was good at the time, particularly
when sung loudly at Scumbury (which coincided with a rare, but more than
deserved 3-1 victory for us. Mickey Hazard was outstanding that
day, as he was for a great deal of the season).
Cup quarter final at the Bridge. Second Division Chelski against the
form team in Britain. The team bus gets held up and the team
arrive 15 minutes before kick-off. They score through a great free
kick just before half time. The Shed are delirious. 15
minutes into the second half, and itís Ďall gone quiet over
thereí. We lead 3-1. Mickey Hazard's goal is shown on the
pre-match video at WHL, but Hodsí goal is the better; A fantastic
passing build-up led to the goal. Perhaps when they re-do the
video, they can swap it ?
rest of the game was a stroll, apart from the last couple of minutes,
when they pulled one back. The only other interesting part was
exiting the ground. Them on one side of the road, ten thousand of
us on the other. The road sweepers must have made a fortune the
next day, such was the number of coins exchanging sides. One of
the worst experiences I had that season. Getting into the ground
in the first place was unpleasant too.
straight forward win at Villa against Leicester, more remembered for
being Ossieís last game due to the Falklands war, put us in the
final. The league was always going to be the most difficult, and
our form dipped, understandably, with the number of games we were
playing, which left the Cup Winners Cup as the next one to concentrate
donít come much bigger than Barcelona in the semi. First leg at
WHL, where we witnessed a game of outright thuggery. Anything in
an all-white strip was kicked to bits, including Graham Roberts.
Goons keeper, Bob Wilson (by then a pundit), called it the most violent
game heíd ever seen. Coming from someone who played at the same
time as Chopper Harris, Peter Storey, half the Leeds team of that era,
etc, it was high praise indeed ! Anyone who witnessed it was
dumbstruck that they only had one player sent off.
huge error by Clem in goal gave them the lead, which we eventually
pulled back late on through Robbo. 1-1.
1-0 defeat in the Nou Camp put us out.
down, realistically three, only one to go.
Saturday before the final was a trip to Anfield. The league was
long gone, but Liverpool could win it that day, providing they beat us,
and Ipswich didnít win something like 17-0 at Boro (someone correct me
if Iím wrong, the memoryís getting a bit rusty now) to keep things
going until the final game !
first appearance back there, and the reception was fantastic from the
Kop. Seeing the Kop sing ĎWalk Oní in those days was
inspiring. Itís just not the same now.
we take the lead. This isnít supposed to happen. Weíve
not won there since Titanic sank, and theyíre supposed to lift the
trophy. Unfortunately for them, Hod scored one of his greatest
long range efforts. He picked it up just inside their half, and
from 30 yards hit a shot that curled away from Grobbelaar, into the top
right corner. We went potty. Songs lasted all through half
time. Sadly they scored the usual three after that, Ipswich lost,
so they lifted the trophy in the end, not that stopped us telling them
where they should put it ! I can honestly say that Iíve never
enjoyed a defeat so much.
atmosphere was fantastic, we were playing in the final the next week, so
who cared that they won ?
almost cocked-up on the lap of honour too. He decided to throw the
trophy to a team-mate, but no one was ready for it and it almost ended
up on the turf, before someone caught it.
the FA Cup final, we were knackered and could have done without Fenwick
equalising with two minutes to go ('here we go again' we thought).
replay was a let down, but a win was the least we deserved for the most
enjoyable season in my 30 years watching Spurs.
games played that season, with eight league games from May 1st-17th.
That meant playing Saturday, Monday, Wednesday, Saturday, etc for nearly
three weeks, prior to the final and replay. What would Sven and
Arsene have to say about that ?
Thousands turned out to see us that year, playing football as it should be played.
this stirs some memories for others out there.
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