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Reto Ziegler
Following on from last Wednesday I feel the need to share my thoughts.....
I am an old boy who first went to see Spurs in 1967 when I was just 7 years old.....
I have been lucky to see us win a decent amount of trophies during that time but for most of the last 17 years it has been hard to take all the stick and abuse from the footballing world and even those not really into football....
In the last 5 mins of the game my son and I were sitting on the sofa holding onto another as if we were adrift in the Atlantic on a liferaft.... We were pleading with the referee to blow his whistle and we became ever more desperate.... The explosion of joy that then followed was just incredible. My son had only kissed me twice before as an adult ( when we were in Amsterdam when Lucas scored and at the final whistle) but I lost count this time....
Since the game I have hardly slept, had a pain in my chest and tingling down the arm and I have gone from smiling and singing to floods of tears.... That lasted 3 days but on Sunday I just felt really angry.
I was angry about all the abuse we have had to suffer;
the fact that most of my non Spurs mates didn't say a word to me including my best mate but he still managed to give me stick after we lost to Brighton;
the arrogance of chelscum supporters and personal abuse on a 'mates' WhatsApp group that goes back to schooldays - I have now left the group;
at my daughter who knew we had won it when I saw her on Thursday but pretended she didnt rather than just say ' well done dad I know how much this must mean to you'
So 17 years of hurt is now really starting to come out... I had even thought that if we had lost I may never had seen us win a trophy again.... The club could have entered a really bad period and at 65 I may not be here in another 17 years....
But now we can all be very proud to be supporters of the mighty and glorious Tottenham Hotspur and say ' Fudge off , we are European Champions' to anybody who wants to put us down.. I have never before felt these range of emotions for so long after a game of football.
For those that read to the bottom of this and are concerned about me , I am having an ECG tomorrow and seeing a therapist on Friday.....
Finally, as Sonny might say, " Come on you beautiful f...ing Spurs".
I am an old boy who first went to see Spurs in 1967 when I was just 7 years old.....
I have been lucky to see us win a decent amount of trophies during that time but for most of the last 17 years it has been hard to take all the stick and abuse from the footballing world and even those not really into football....
In the last 5 mins of the game my son and I were sitting on the sofa holding onto another as if we were adrift in the Atlantic on a liferaft.... We were pleading with the referee to blow his whistle and we became ever more desperate.... The explosion of joy that then followed was just incredible. My son had only kissed me twice before as an adult ( when we were in Amsterdam when Lucas scored and at the final whistle) but I lost count this time....
Since the game I have hardly slept, had a pain in my chest and tingling down the arm and I have gone from smiling and singing to floods of tears.... That lasted 3 days but on Sunday I just felt really angry.
I was angry about all the abuse we have had to suffer;
the fact that most of my non Spurs mates didn't say a word to me including my best mate but he still managed to give me stick after we lost to Brighton;
the arrogance of chelscum supporters and personal abuse on a 'mates' WhatsApp group that goes back to schooldays - I have now left the group;
at my daughter who knew we had won it when I saw her on Thursday but pretended she didnt rather than just say ' well done dad I know how much this must mean to you'
So 17 years of hurt is now really starting to come out... I had even thought that if we had lost I may never had seen us win a trophy again.... The club could have entered a really bad period and at 65 I may not be here in another 17 years....
But now we can all be very proud to be supporters of the mighty and glorious Tottenham Hotspur and say ' Fudge off , we are European Champions' to anybody who wants to put us down.. I have never before felt these range of emotions for so long after a game of football.
For those that read to the bottom of this and are concerned about me , I am having an ECG tomorrow and seeing a therapist on Friday.....
Finally, as Sonny might say, " Come on you beautiful f...ing Spurs".