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Last season. Spuds Vs Arsenal at Shite Hart Lane.
A few days before the match, I get a call from a Spurs mate of mine. Someone had cried off and a ticket was available. Trouble was, it was in the South Stand amongst the filth. If anyone knows Shite Hart Lane, you will know that the South stand is (or at least was until this season,) their fanatical end. Their North Bank. Their Kop. Its also where the away supporters are, in the corner.
I had a tough decision to make; Did I want to be surrounded by filth during the match? Did I want to have to keep my mouth shut if we scored, and not look too angry if they did? Did I want to be standing there surrounded by scum singing "and if you are an Arsenal fan surrender or you'll die" Errr... no.
On the other hand, did I want to see Arsenal for the first time in ages cos I dont usually get to go to matches? YES!!
I took the ticket.
I went and stood / sat in the South Stand. I drank in the Bell and Hare. I refused to show any emotion when either team scored. I didnt sing any of the songs that that bunch of filth came out with, (except "England's Number One", which I thought was fair enough.) I looked enviously over at our fans, just a few rows away to my left, and felt their hate directed at me....(that was the hardest part of the whole thing.) I wore an England shirt. And, to my great shame, I wore a discreet Spuds scarf (youre not allowed in the Bell and Hare on match days without some sort of Spurs colours.
I'm pleased I did it though. It woke up the Arsenal fan in me that had grown complacent and lazy. It reminded me how much I love the club, more than football itself, and it taught me what a complete bunch of filth Spuds fans really are.
A direct quote from their fans that day:
"Oh, Rocky Rocky... Just a pile of bones in a wooden box"
Nice one Spurs... really classy.