Kill him!We score one out there, they will need 5, I am very optimistic.
Kill him!
Even back then Wembley wasn’t a patch upon White Hart Lane!
That reminds me...
Are we not jumping the gun a tad?
Talk about putting the mockers on the return leg
Arsenal 1987 League Cup Semi-Final replay anyone?
I tend to agree.So whats the general feeling on here now? I don't hav no more inside info as my mates job has finished. I would be shocked if we are in now by end of season, thats my gut feeling
That is a bad memory, i was at all the three games and in each one we took the lead. Do not think that i have felt more gutted then i did waling away after that third game.
That is a bad memory, i was at all the three games and in each one we took the lead. Do not think that i have felt more gutted then i did waling away after that third game.
I was 14yo and watching via teletext. I must have got the kickoff time wrong and went to bed happy in the knowledge that I was going to school the next day with us going to Wembley.That is a bad memory, i was at all the three games and in each one we took the lead. Do not think that i have felt more gutted then i did waling away after that third game.
Arsenal 1987 League Cup Semi-Final replay anyone?
That is a bad memory, i was at all the three games and in each one we took the lead. Do not think that i have felt more gutted then i did waling away after that third game.
Where is she buried?That was the night I wanted to kill my mum....
I was living/studying in Paris at the time, and my mum had come out to visit and stay with me for the week. That evening we were sitting in my room, listening to the game on the radio (World Service I think) and I was of course gutted at the end and would have preferred to be on my own to wallow. At which point mum (who knew nothing about football but would class herself as a Spurs fan because of my dad and I) decided to try to cheer me up by uttering those near-fatal (for her) words “well, never mind, in the end the best team won.”
86/87 in a nutshell, fine margins and team fatigue keeping us from a potential treble. A few years before my starting to support Spurs, so I have only read about it. Agonisingly.
That was the night I wanted to kill my mum....
I was living/studying in Paris at the time, and my mum had come out to visit and stay with me for the week. That evening we were sitting in my room, listening to the game on the radio (World Service I think) and I was of course gutted at the end and would have preferred to be on my own to wallow. At which point mum (who knew nothing about football but would class herself as a Spurs fan because of my dad and I) decided to try to cheer me up by uttering those near-fatal (for her) words “well, never mind, in the end the best team won.”
Are we not jumping the gun a tad?
Talk about putting the mockers on the return leg
That is a bad memory, i was at all the three games and in each one we took the lead. Do not think that i have felt more gutted then i did waling away after that third game.
I am amazed you can remember that far back