In a week where Spurs wave goodbye to White Hart Lane, Spurs writer TalkingTHFC takes us through his best and worst memories at this famous stadium.
You never forget your first game. For me, it was one of the highlights of my young life, but for many Spurs fans, it was a game many quickly wanted to wipe from their memory.
Nowadays, a home game against Bolton Wanderers on a drizzly November day would be a mere formality.
But the players we saw back in 2003 were nowhere near as good as the impressive team we have today.
Following the sacking of Glenn Hoddle in September, Spurs were led by caretaker boss David Pleat. Blimey, David Pleat.
With but a few recognisable names on the team-sheet, it’s almost impressive they managed a 10th place finish that season.
The side that day was nothing to boast about. Keller, Carr, Taricco, Doherty, Richards, Anderton, Poyet, Konchesky, King, Keane, Zamora made up the starters.
On the bench however, was someone that, in my young head at least, should have been a sure starter.
As chants of, “He comes from Portugal, he hates the Arsenal,” rang around White Hart Lane, I was amazed to discover that the £8.25m Portuguese signing Helder Postiga was on the bench.
In later years of following the club, I soon found out why.
The game was rather dull. As I soaked up the sights and smells, I spent most of the opening 45 minutes glued to the jumbotron, amazed to be watching football on something so enormous.
Back before the smoking ban, the half-time toilet break was an experience in itself. Huddled under a coat, it was quite a battle back to our seats.
Sadly however, my special day was soiled by that man Jay-Jay Okocha.
The Nigerian winger secured Bolton’s first win at White Hart Lane in 44 years, 1-0 to the visitors.
It was a bleak period for the club, but for me it was the start of a long journey. 14 years later, I saw my side smash Bournemouth 4-0 in my final home game. How times change.
We’ve seen some absolute classics at White Hart Lane. From exciting North London derbies, to Champions League games under the lights.
But there are two in particular I was lucky enough to witness in the flesh.
The 9-1 victory over Wigan Athletic back in 2009 was rather special. Regardless of the opposition, being able to say “I was there,” for such a historic Premier League game is something few are able to.
But through all the magic that day, one picture sticks in my head.
Paul Scharner’s 57th minute consolation for Roberto Martinez’s side should never have stood.
With one of the most blatant hand-balls of all time in the buildup, Spurs fans could not believe that the linesman had missed it. Never mind.
The 5-3 New Year’s Day victory over Chelsea in 2015 is a close second.
Possibly the best atmosphere I’ve ever witnessed at the Lane, Spurs fans were almost delirious at seeing their side 3-1 up at half-time.
To cap off an already ridiculous day, I was able to meet Harry Kane afterwards on a night where he announced himself to the world.
What a game.
Farewell White Hart Lane. There’s never been anything else quite like you.
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