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***TOTTENHAM HOTSPUR vs WOOLWICH ARS*NAL OMT***

Police confirm they have launched an investigation after an Arsenal supporter threw a banana at Gareth Bale during Sunday's north London derby at White Hart Lane.

A Met Police spokesperson said: "Police are investigating after a banana was thrown on to the pitch from the away section of supporters during the Tottenham Hotspur v Arsenal match at White Hart Lane on Sunday, March 3. There have been no arrests. Enquiries continue to try to identify the suspect."

Arsenal have vowed to ban the culprit for life.
 
Just don't wash any of them.
Pack them away, and use for the next big "must win" game
COYS

To be honest the socks and boxers are starting to get a bit 'hanging' Think I can give them all a rest for the Fulham game to save their power for the Everton game
 
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More than anything I think this highlights the difference in midfield. Parker and Dembele makes us very competitive in midfield. If not for his injury we would have Sandro in there who would have made us even more competitive.

I can't remember how many touches Parker was allowed to take before sliding the ball in to Lenon, but it was quite a few. Loads of space and time in a position like that to pick and time a pass to a runner is just terrible whatever way you look at it. Had our midfield given that kind of time to Wheelchair or Cazorla I have no doubt they would have played passes in to Walcott for example who would have given our defenders as much trouble, but our midfielders made sure that most of those through balls had to be played under pressure.

Song wasn't a great defensive midfielder imo, but at least he was a defensive midfielder. Arteta is a good playmaker, but not very good defensively. Ramsey is just a Welsh Jenas.

I don't think Song was a defensive midfielder full stop. He attacked far too much for a DM.
 
I don't think Song was a defensive midfielder full stop. He attacked far too much for a DM.

in his early days he was. but wenger decides that the DM role is wasteful and needs to support the attack further up the pitch. same fate for Wheelchair now. another gerrard/lampard the making - all action-glory seeking going forwards role with no defensive discipline.
 
Its funny to hear Wenger talk after the game; Arsenal should have been 2-0 up before Spurs scored a goal.
And he thinks that Arsenal would have deserved to win the game.

I agree that Arsenal was the better team the first 30 min but I dont see the chances for the 2 goals, 1 yes but 2 no...

And I was soo happy when I saw the first goal not being offside so we didnt have to listen to Arsenal fans and wenger moan about it!
 
Please forgive me if this seems a little indulgent. I just need to get it out of my system!

In 1998 I paid my last visit to the old Wembley as I watched Bournemouth lose to Grimsby in some lower league cup final. I didn't really care much for the result, and only went because my girlfriend at the time was a Bournemouth girl. At least, she started the match as my girlfriend of two and a half years.... she actually chose my last ever visit to Wembley to tell me I was dumped, and as Grimsby lifted the trophy I was a blubbering mess. The only saving grace in it all was that I was tucked away at the very back of the upper tier, meaning it was unlikely the TV cameras would get footage of a "devastated Cherries fan".

Fast forward to 2012 and I'm back at Wembley for my first visit to watch club football and it's my own Spurs this time, against Chelsea. I'm married now (different girl, thankfully), we have a baby on the way and I tell myself what goes around comes around... this is my redemption. Life is good and, even if Spurs lose, I'll leave happy for the all the good things in my life. And anyway, we can't lose, surely? Chelsea are in disarray, we are on the up. It's Harry's year!

Even as I walked away from Wembley that April evening I told myself that things balance out eventually. I believe you have to take the sour with the sweet, that we as Spurs fans get to enjoy the glorious victories even more, because we have the tough times to contrast them with. Alas, the terrible semi final result wasn't the end.... what began at the Emirates and continued with Balotelli, eventually reached that dreadful climax in Munich. Chelsea were the first London club to win a Champions League, we felt like we had taken one step forward and two steps back. Despite the great football and many wins, it has been a tough year as a Spurs fan in many ways.

Slowly but surely, this season has seen us rise and the team have grown in so much confidence. We are now in as strong a position as last year but with one crucial difference: momentum. And so, as this North London derby approached I felt we stood at a threshold, again. A win would mean so, so much. It wouldn't be game over - time and time again us Spurs fans have to learn the hard way it can all be snatched away - but a seven point lead and a win so late in the season would really put Arsenal in their place.

I'm normally one of the folk who will do battle against the red line of death and try to get an Arsenal ticket when they go on sale to members. I think I've got one every year going back to 2008 actually. But this year was a bit different.... our little boy was born in November and so I've not been to the Lane since October. As much as I miss my monthly visits, I'm enjoying being a dad and the prospect of taking the lad to the Northumberland Road Kop when he's old enough. So I held back from applying for a ticket this time round, hoping to get back to Spurs for a game or two in the final run in.

However, on Friday night my wife decided she was going to take the chappie up to his grandparents for a week. Poor lad has been struggling a bit with eczema and she was struggling watching him all day while I was at work. I'd be left to get the DIY done in the meantime and also - and I quote - "to have a chance to relax a bit too". So straight onto the club website I went, perhaps there might be some Inter Milan tickets left? Sadly not, Inter at home sold out. Ah well, maybe a returned ticket? Nope. Just before I logged off the website I thought I'd have a look at possible returns for the Arsenal game. And lo and behold, Block 13 was orange!

Now, I've been here before: you click on the block, choose one ticket, then up flashes that message in a red box: "Sorry, there are not enough tickets to fulfil your request". Suggesting that if I wanted less than one ticket they could help me out. So I clicked refresh. "Sorry...". And again. Same result. And again, and again, about five times, and then.... BANG! Row 4, West Stand, £72.

As I travelled to White Hart Lane on Sunday, as I got closer and closer to the ground, I had a growing sense of this being our time, our match. My match! I've never ever felt like this before a game, that I was meant to be there. It was almost like being in a complete dream! No Manchester United fan, could ever fully appreciate the value of a single victory like we can. This is what you get when you have years in the wilderness. This is not about a trophy, this is about winning for the glory, for the pride. This was a win at the very heart and core of the club. This is what Danny Blanchflower was talking about.

I watched, twenty yards from Andre Villas-Boas, as our boys did us proud and simply out-fought Arsenal. I went nuts as we scored our two goals, sung my heart out as if it would be my last visit to the Lane ever, and when that whistle blew, hollered my adoration as each of those players left the pitch. I didn't care, this was more than just a win. This was huge, you could see it the way our players celebrated, you could see it the way the Arsenal players were utterly hacked off. This was big.... and I was there. I was meant to be there.

I have no shame in telling you that at about 6pm on Sunday afternoon, I cried for the second time in my life at a football match.
 
This was a morale boosting win. We needed to beat our traditional rivals Arsenal to show we are mentally stronger nowadays. With that win, we have not only extended our advatnage over Arsenal to 7 points, it was also a sweet revenge against them for the 2-5 defeat earlier in the season. Hopefully this win will boost our confidence even further to finish the season strongly.

It was great to see Bale continuing his goal run. He has now scored in his 5th consecutive league match which is a club record for us. Hope he can continue scoring for us as long as possible. Lennon scoring was more crucial for us. We cannot always rely on Bale's goals alone and so Lennon's goal was much needed. Too bad we couldn't score more in the second half. Sigurdsson and Bale should have done better with the chances in the second half. After scoring against West Ham, thought Sigurdsson would be more confident in chances like that. But instead he chose to pass when he could have scored himself. Fortunately Arsenal didn't make use of the chances we wasted. The only dissapointing thing in this match was Adebayor's uninspiring performance. Thought he will lift his game against Arsenal but he was never in the game. Also, he was very naieve to keep on going into tackles like that after getting send off at Arsenal. But it was nice to see Defoe returning as he was impressive and was unlucky not to score.

I think we won this match in midfield as our midfield outplayed Arsenal's midfield. Due credit for Dembele and Parker. The fact Lennon scored while Sigurdsson and Parker created both the goals shows how far our midfield contributed to this match. Hope they continue their good work in upcoming matches. Was worried when Dembele when off injured but even Livermore did well when he came on.

Disappointed the way we conceded the goal but otherwise thought our defence did really well, especially Vertonghen and Lloris. Vertinghen was righly given the man-of-the-match award as he was excellent the whole match. Shows you how much experienced defender like Vertonghen can help our defence. Dawson did really well beside Vertonghen as well. Apart from 1 or 2 chances, Arsenal hardly looked like scoring which is a big credit to our defence.

It was really sweet to beat our traditional rivals Arsenal as it has given us a huge advantage in the race for top 4. It was also great to extend our unbeaten run to 12 league matches. Hopefully this will boost out confidence against Inter Milan in the EL.
 
Please forgive me if this seems a little indulgent. I just need to get it out of my system!

In 1998 I paid my last visit to the old Wembley as I watched Bournemouth lose to Grimsby in some lower league cup final. I didn't really care much for the result, and only went because my girlfriend at the time was a Bournemouth girl. At least, she started the match as my girlfriend of two and a half years.... she actually chose my last ever visit to Wembley to tell me I was dumped, and as Grimsby lifted the trophy I was a blubbering mess. The only saving grace in it all was that I was tucked away at the very back of the upper tier, meaning it was unlikely the TV cameras would get footage of a "devastated Cherries fan".

Fast forward to 2012 and I'm back at Wembley for my first visit to watch club football and it's my own Spurs this time, against Chelsea. I'm married now (different girl, thankfully), we have a baby on the way and I tell myself what goes around comes around... this is my redemption. Life is good and, even if Spurs lose, I'll leave happy for the all the good things in my life. And anyway, we can't lose, surely? Chelsea are in disarray, we are on the up. It's Harry's year!

Even as I walked away from Wembley that April evening I told myself that things balance out eventually. I believe you have to take the sour with the sweet, that we as Spurs fans get to enjoy the glorious victories even more, because we have the tough times to contrast them with. Alas, the terrible semi final result wasn't the end.... what began at the Emirates and continued with Balotelli, eventually reached that dreadful climax in Munich. Chelsea were the first London club to win a Champions League, we felt like we had taken one step forward and two steps back. Despite the great football and many wins, it has been a tough year as a Spurs fan in many ways.

Slowly but surely, this season has seen us rise and the team have grown in so much confidence. We are now in as strong a position as last year but with one crucial difference: momentum. And so, as this North London derby approached I felt we stood at a threshold, again. A win would mean so, so much. It wouldn't be game over - time and time again us Spurs fans have to learn the hard way it can all be snatched away - but a seven point lead and a win so late in the season would really put Arsenal in their place.

I'm normally one of the folk who will do battle against the red line of death and try to get an Arsenal ticket when they go on sale to members. I think I've got one every year going back to 2008 actually. But this year was a bit different.... our little boy was born in November and so I've not been to the Lane since October. As much as I miss my monthly visits, I'm enjoying being a dad and the prospect of taking the lad to the Northumberland Road Kop when he's old enough. So I held back from applying for a ticket this time round, hoping to get back to Spurs for a game or two in the final run in.

However, on Friday night my wife decided she was going to take the chappie up to his grandparents for a week. Poor lad has been struggling a bit with eczema and she was struggling watching him all day while I was at work. I'd be left to get the DIY done in the meantime and also - and I quote - "to have a chance to relax a bit too". So straight onto the club website I went, perhaps there might be some Inter Milan tickets left? Sadly not, Inter at home sold out. Ah well, maybe a returned ticket? Nope. Just before I logged off the website I thought I'd have a look at possible returns for the Arsenal game. And lo and behold, Block 13 was orange!

Now, I've been here before: you click on the block, choose one ticket, then up flashes that message in a red box: "Sorry, there are not enough tickets to fulfil your request". Suggesting that if I wanted less than one ticket they could help me out. So I clicked refresh. "Sorry...". And again. Same result. And again, and again, about five times, and then.... BANG! Row 4, West Stand, £72.

As I travelled to White Hart Lane on Sunday, as I got closer and closer to the ground, I had a growing sense of this being our time, our match. My match! I've never ever felt like this before a game, that I was meant to be there. It was almost like being in a complete dream! No Manchester United fan, could ever fully appreciate the value of a single victory like we can. This is what you get when you have years in the wilderness. This is not about a trophy, this is about winning for the glory, for the pride. This was a win at the very heart and core of the club. This is what Danny Blanchflower was talking about.

I watched, twenty yards from Andre Villas-Boas, as our boys did us proud and simply out-fought Arsenal. I went nuts as we scored our two goals, sung my heart out as if it would be my last visit to the Lane ever, and when that whistle blew, hollered my adoration as each of those players left the pitch. I didn't care, this was more than just a win. This was huge, you could see it the way our players celebrated, you could see it the way the Arsenal players were utterly hacked off. This was big.... and I was there. I was meant to be there.

I have no shame in telling you that at about 6pm on Sunday afternoon, I cried for the second time in my life at a football match.

One of the best posts I have read here in years...thank you for writing this mate. I felt every word. =D>
 
Please forgive me if this seems a little indulgent. I just need to get it out of my system!

In 1998 I paid my last visit to the old Wembley as I watched Bournemouth lose to Grimsby in some lower league cup final. I didn't really care much for the result, and only went because my girlfriend at the time was a Bournemouth girl. At least, she started the match as my girlfriend of two and a half years.... she actually chose my last ever visit to Wembley to tell me I was dumped, and as Grimsby lifted the trophy I was a blubbering mess. The only saving grace in it all was that I was tucked away at the very back of the upper tier, meaning it was unlikely the TV cameras would get footage of a "devastated Cherries fan".

Fast forward to 2012 and I'm back at Wembley for my first visit to watch club football and it's my own Spurs this time, against Chelsea. I'm married now (different girl, thankfully), we have a baby on the way and I tell myself what goes around comes around... this is my redemption. Life is good and, even if Spurs lose, I'll leave happy for the all the good things in my life. And anyway, we can't lose, surely? Chelsea are in disarray, we are on the up. It's Harry's year!

Even as I walked away from Wembley that April evening I told myself that things balance out eventually. I believe you have to take the sour with the sweet, that we as Spurs fans get to enjoy the glorious victories even more, because we have the tough times to contrast them with. Alas, the terrible semi final result wasn't the end.... what began at the Emirates and continued with Balotelli, eventually reached that dreadful climax in Munich. Chelsea were the first London club to win a Champions League, we felt like we had taken one step forward and two steps back. Despite the great football and many wins, it has been a tough year as a Spurs fan in many ways.

Slowly but surely, this season has seen us rise and the team have grown in so much confidence. We are now in as strong a position as last year but with one crucial difference: momentum. And so, as this North London derby approached I felt we stood at a threshold, again. A win would mean so, so much. It wouldn't be game over - time and time again us Spurs fans have to learn the hard way it can all be snatched away - but a seven point lead and a win so late in the season would really put Arsenal in their place.

I'm normally one of the folk who will do battle against the red line of death and try to get an Arsenal ticket when they go on sale to members. I think I've got one every year going back to 2008 actually. But this year was a bit different.... our little boy was born in November and so I've not been to the Lane since October. As much as I miss my monthly visits, I'm enjoying being a dad and the prospect of taking the lad to the Northumberland Road Kop when he's old enough. So I held back from applying for a ticket this time round, hoping to get back to Spurs for a game or two in the final run in.

However, on Friday night my wife decided she was going to take the chappie up to his grandparents for a week. Poor lad has been struggling a bit with eczema and she was struggling watching him all day while I was at work. I'd be left to get the DIY done in the meantime and also - and I quote - "to have a chance to relax a bit too". So straight onto the club website I went, perhaps there might be some Inter Milan tickets left? Sadly not, Inter at home sold out. Ah well, maybe a returned ticket? Nope. Just before I logged off the website I thought I'd have a look at possible returns for the Arsenal game. And lo and behold, Block 13 was orange!

Now, I've been here before: you click on the block, choose one ticket, then up flashes that message in a red box: "Sorry, there are not enough tickets to fulfil your request". Suggesting that if I wanted less than one ticket they could help me out. So I clicked refresh. "Sorry...". And again. Same result. And again, and again, about five times, and then.... BANG! Row 4, West Stand, £72.

As I travelled to White Hart Lane on Sunday, as I got closer and closer to the ground, I had a growing sense of this being our time, our match. My match! I've never ever felt like this before a game, that I was meant to be there. It was almost like being in a complete dream! No Manchester United fan, could ever fully appreciate the value of a single victory like we can. This is what you get when you have years in the wilderness. This is not about a trophy, this is about winning for the glory, for the pride. This was a win at the very heart and core of the club. This is what Danny Blanchflower was talking about.

I watched, twenty yards from Andre Villas-Boas, as our boys did us proud and simply out-fought Arsenal. I went nuts as we scored our two goals, sung my heart out as if it would be my last visit to the Lane ever, and when that whistle blew, hollered my adoration as each of those players left the pitch. I didn't care, this was more than just a win. This was huge, you could see it the way our players celebrated, you could see it the way the Arsenal players were utterly hacked off. This was big.... and I was there. I was meant to be there.

I have no shame in telling you that at about 6pm on Sunday afternoon, I cried for the second time in my life at a football match.

this is what football is about... pure passion. =D>
 
Please forgive me if this seems a little indulgent. I just need to get it out of my system!

In 1998 I paid my last visit to the old Wembley as I watched Bournemouth lose to Grimsby in some lower league cup final. I didn't really care much for the result, and only went because my girlfriend at the time was a Bournemouth girl. At least, she started the match as my girlfriend of two and a half years.... she actually chose my last ever visit to Wembley to tell me I was dumped, and as Grimsby lifted the trophy I was a blubbering mess. The only saving grace in it all was that I was tucked away at the very back of the upper tier, meaning it was unlikely the TV cameras would get footage of a "devastated Cherries fan".

Fast forward to 2012 and I'm back at Wembley for my first visit to watch club football and it's my own Spurs this time, against Chelsea. I'm married now (different girl, thankfully), we have a baby on the way and I tell myself what goes around comes around... this is my redemption. Life is good and, even if Spurs lose, I'll leave happy for the all the good things in my life. And anyway, we can't lose, surely? Chelsea are in disarray, we are on the up. It's Harry's year!

Even as I walked away from Wembley that April evening I told myself that things balance out eventually. I believe you have to take the sour with the sweet, that we as Spurs fans get to enjoy the glorious victories even more, because we have the tough times to contrast them with. Alas, the terrible semi final result wasn't the end.... what began at the Emirates and continued with Balotelli, eventually reached that dreadful climax in Munich. Chelsea were the first London club to win a Champions League, we felt like we had taken one step forward and two steps back. Despite the great football and many wins, it has been a tough year as a Spurs fan in many ways.

Slowly but surely, this season has seen us rise and the team have grown in so much confidence. We are now in as strong a position as last year but with one crucial difference: momentum. And so, as this North London derby approached I felt we stood at a threshold, again. A win would mean so, so much. It wouldn't be game over - time and time again us Spurs fans have to learn the hard way it can all be snatched away - but a seven point lead and a win so late in the season would really put Arsenal in their place.

I'm normally one of the folk who will do battle against the red line of death and try to get an Arsenal ticket when they go on sale to members. I think I've got one every year going back to 2008 actually. But this year was a bit different.... our little boy was born in November and so I've not been to the Lane since October. As much as I miss my monthly visits, I'm enjoying being a dad and the prospect of taking the lad to the Northumberland Road Kop when he's old enough. So I held back from applying for a ticket this time round, hoping to get back to Spurs for a game or two in the final run in.

However, on Friday night my wife decided she was going to take the chappie up to his grandparents for a week. Poor lad has been struggling a bit with eczema and she was struggling watching him all day while I was at work. I'd be left to get the DIY done in the meantime and also - and I quote - "to have a chance to relax a bit too". So straight onto the club website I went, perhaps there might be some Inter Milan tickets left? Sadly not, Inter at home sold out. Ah well, maybe a returned ticket? Nope. Just before I logged off the website I thought I'd have a look at possible returns for the Arsenal game. And lo and behold, Block 13 was orange!

Now, I've been here before: you click on the block, choose one ticket, then up flashes that message in a red box: "Sorry, there are not enough tickets to fulfil your request". Suggesting that if I wanted less than one ticket they could help me out. So I clicked refresh. "Sorry...". And again. Same result. And again, and again, about five times, and then.... BANG! Row 4, West Stand, £72.

As I travelled to White Hart Lane on Sunday, as I got closer and closer to the ground, I had a growing sense of this being our time, our match. My match! I've never ever felt like this before a game, that I was meant to be there. It was almost like being in a complete dream! No Manchester United fan, could ever fully appreciate the value of a single victory like we can. This is what you get when you have years in the wilderness. This is not about a trophy, this is about winning for the glory, for the pride. This was a win at the very heart and core of the club. This is what Danny Blanchflower was talking about.

I watched, twenty yards from Andre Villas-Boas, as our boys did us proud and simply out-fought Arsenal. I went nuts as we scored our two goals, sung my heart out as if it would be my last visit to the Lane ever, and when that whistle blew, hollered my adoration as each of those players left the pitch. I didn't care, this was more than just a win. This was huge, you could see it the way our players celebrated, you could see it the way the Arsenal players were utterly hacked off. This was big.... and I was there. I was meant to be there.

I have no shame in telling you that at about 6pm on Sunday afternoon, I cried for the second time in my life at a football match.

Well done sir. I enjoyed reading that.

No Manchester United fan, could ever fully appreciate the value of a single victory like we can.
One of the truest things ever written on this board.
 
Please forgive me if this seems a little indulgent. I just need to get it out of my system!

In 1998 I paid my last visit to the old Wembley as I watched Bournemouth lose to Grimsby in some lower league cup final. I didn't really care much for the result, and only went because my girlfriend at the time was a Bournemouth girl. At least, she started the match as my girlfriend of two and a half years.... she actually chose my last ever visit to Wembley to tell me I was dumped, and as Grimsby lifted the trophy I was a blubbering mess. The only saving grace in it all was that I was tucked away at the very back of the upper tier, meaning it was unlikely the TV cameras would get footage of a "devastated Cherries fan".

Fast forward to 2012 and I'm back at Wembley for my first visit to watch club football and it's my own Spurs this time, against Chelsea. I'm married now (different girl, thankfully), we have a baby on the way and I tell myself what goes around comes around... this is my redemption. Life is good and, even if Spurs lose, I'll leave happy for the all the good things in my life. And anyway, we can't lose, surely? Chelsea are in disarray, we are on the up. It's Harry's year!

Even as I walked away from Wembley that April evening I told myself that things balance out eventually. I believe you have to take the sour with the sweet, that we as Spurs fans get to enjoy the glorious victories even more, because we have the tough times to contrast them with. Alas, the terrible semi final result wasn't the end.... what began at the Emirates and continued with Balotelli, eventually reached that dreadful climax in Munich. Chelsea were the first London club to win a Champions League, we felt like we had taken one step forward and two steps back. Despite the great football and many wins, it has been a tough year as a Spurs fan in many ways.

Slowly but surely, this season has seen us rise and the team have grown in so much confidence. We are now in as strong a position as last year but with one crucial difference: momentum. And so, as this North London derby approached I felt we stood at a threshold, again. A win would mean so, so much. It wouldn't be game over - time and time again us Spurs fans have to learn the hard way it can all be snatched away - but a seven point lead and a win so late in the season would really put Arsenal in their place.

I'm normally one of the folk who will do battle against the red line of death and try to get an Arsenal ticket when they go on sale to members. I think I've got one every year going back to 2008 actually. But this year was a bit different.... our little boy was born in November and so I've not been to the Lane since October. As much as I miss my monthly visits, I'm enjoying being a dad and the prospect of taking the lad to the Northumberland Road Kop when he's old enough. So I held back from applying for a ticket this time round, hoping to get back to Spurs for a game or two in the final run in.

However, on Friday night my wife decided she was going to take the chappie up to his grandparents for a week. Poor lad has been struggling a bit with eczema and she was struggling watching him all day while I was at work. I'd be left to get the DIY done in the meantime and also - and I quote - "to have a chance to relax a bit too". So straight onto the club website I went, perhaps there might be some Inter Milan tickets left? Sadly not, Inter at home sold out. Ah well, maybe a returned ticket? Nope. Just before I logged off the website I thought I'd have a look at possible returns for the Arsenal game. And lo and behold, Block 13 was orange!

Now, I've been here before: you click on the block, choose one ticket, then up flashes that message in a red box: "Sorry, there are not enough tickets to fulfil your request". Suggesting that if I wanted less than one ticket they could help me out. So I clicked refresh. "Sorry...". And again. Same result. And again, and again, about five times, and then.... BANG! Row 4, West Stand, £72.

As I travelled to White Hart Lane on Sunday, as I got closer and closer to the ground, I had a growing sense of this being our time, our match. My match! I've never ever felt like this before a game, that I was meant to be there. It was almost like being in a complete dream! No Manchester United fan, could ever fully appreciate the value of a single victory like we can. This is what you get when you have years in the wilderness. This is not about a trophy, this is about winning for the glory, for the pride. This was a win at the very heart and core of the club. This is what Danny Blanchflower was talking about.

I watched, twenty yards from Andre Villas-Boas, as our boys did us proud and simply out-fought Arsenal. I went nuts as we scored our two goals, sung my heart out as if it would be my last visit to the Lane ever, and when that whistle blew, hollered my adoration as each of those players left the pitch. I didn't care, this was more than just a win. This was huge, you could see it the way our players celebrated, you could see it the way the Arsenal players were utterly hacked off. This was big.... and I was there. I was meant to be there.

I have no shame in telling you that at about 6pm on Sunday afternoon, I cried for the second time in my life at a football match.

Hi Chicken ( kuku ) Badge.

Very passionate, honest and inspiring post. Full of real emotions. Keep it up mate. COYS
 
Cheers guys, I really appreciate you all taking the time to read my post. Thanks for all the positive comments too.
It's been good to reflect on such a brilliant experience :)
 
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