From the mailbox at football 365.
The Only Unhappy Sp**s Fan Yesterday
I thought I would share my experience (or non experience as it turned out) of Tottenham's 9-1 embarrassing of Wigan. I am a lifetime Sp**s supporter of 25 years of age and am passionate about following my team when I can. I work every other Saturday so can't get to the lane every game but manage to go reasonably regularly. I had a ticket for yesterdays game but was unsure whether to go or not. I live on the outskirts of NW London in the suburbs, Small town called Eastcote, so I rely on the tube to get me to the Lane and have a few mates who I meet when I do go up there. Due to the rain and the fact that the Metropolitan and Central Line weren't running from my area I decided to give it a miss despite my girlfriends' kind offer to drive me. I could have taken a longer route on the Underground but decided not to bother.
I sat there checking the score and the goals roll in I felt mixed emotions. My mate text me ten minutes in asking if I had made it to the game which I replied I hadn't. I will keep that ticket to remind me of the day I was a massive tw*t. To top it all off my mate then called me after the match, he hadn't received my text, asking if I was coming to meet them in the pub round the corner. I guess sometimes, you get what you deserve...
Ross Pursey (Defoe was also on the bench for my dream team)