I don’t know if they still do it, but the Sunday Times always used to do a feature in their last Colour Supplement of the year. It was a few pages filled with passport sized photographs of famous folk who’d snuffed it that year.
My responses to the snaps was always the same. Flitting between, ‘Aged 69? She was a pensioner in her black and white films?’ to ‘**** off, he was on Wogan last night.’ But what happened overall was you got a sense of time moving on.
To attempt to reproduce this in football blog terms might prove not only limiting but a tad grim. But this season more than most has been a series of events that could possibly define what this Club does for a whole generation. Never in my lifetime have I had such a sense of times changing in the land of the Lilywhites.
Without the sensational addition of Oligarch, Arabian or Bond Villain money, Spurs have done the seemingly unimaginable and turned into something pretty naffing close to what we always hoped they would.
Champions League football. Futuristic images of joyous Customer Reference Numbers strolling gayly about the grounds of the Your Name Here stadium. Slur Alex not throwing a blanket over any of our best players.
So let’s have your scrapbook of the people and the moments that were standout moments in the year. Perhaps 3MP’s goal against City. It might be that John Terry’s dad getting busted for peddling charlie made you happiest. Who knows how your mind works. The Boy Bale, the comeback and victory against The French.
Link to pictures,videos, or just blurt out what’s on your mind. This year has been pretty historic.
And let’s not forget, by raising a glass of Shiraz to our lips, the flapping hair of the once mighty Ralph Coates (RIP) and memories of Ricky, churned up this year of him running aftre a ball than went along the line for what seemed liked minutes. Ahh, 2010 – a crap year overall, but a brilliant one for Spurs
COYS
Nicely put.
That’s what she said.Another of our number fell and glass duly raised.For me there have been so many moments that have been amazing this year. One moment or game that really made me believe we could make 4th was away at Stoke, we just would not have won that game in past years. Harry’s reaction as he went down the tunnel made me think he thought it too, turning round and putting his fist in the air to the fans was as if he know knew we could make it…
That moment right after Crouch’s goal at Eastlands where the emphasis subtly changed from “We can do this” to “Hang on, we *are” going to do this”.
The reaction of the travelling yids at the Man City game when Crouchy headed in the winner. Never seen fans go as mental as that. Priceless. Also, the 2-3 win against the scum has to mentioned aswell, made better by Wenger having a water fight with himself. Also Priceless.
My most memorable moments of the year, good and bad:
Both Arsenal wins. Priceless, unbridled joy both times in my household. But the best, if imaginary moment of all, at 2-0 down, the long ball drops in front of VDV between the 2 Goons, and as it passes his mouth, he pouts and gives it the briefest of pecked kisses, before it roles effortlessly of his right foot, perfectly into the path of the onrushing boy wonder.
The Milan double header. As someones already said, both games even the 4-0 down section.
0-1 at Man City and qualification.More unbridled joy into the early hours.
The immediate cave in at the Wankdorf and subsequent come back. The humiliation, the dreaded backlash, the ‘we really are out of our league’ feeling. Horrible, but confidence restored by the end of the first leg, and a real feeling of destiny as we wiped the floor back at the lane.
The Chelsea 2-1, the Liverpool 2-1, I could go on, the boys are providing me with more boozing opportunities than I can keep up with, PLAY ON.
PLAY ON!!!
Not this year but a treasured memory of Davids flicking his Predator shapes down the wing upon BMJ’s command, Keane when he was a man finishing and me spontaneously combusting in a pub with an old style drop down projector screen.
Stone me, I loved that goal.