I REMEMBER as a 10-year-old boy going with my father to watch a League Cup semi-final against Chelsea in 1972 .It was the second leg as we had lost the first one at Stamford Bridge 2-1 .The atmosphere at the ground was electric with the Chelsea supporters at the Park Lane end and me sitting upper tier in the East Stand right in line with the Paxton Road goalline.
As a match, I do not remember too much about it, just that with a couple of minutes to go Spurs were leading 2-1 and we were all set for extra time. Chelsea had a free kick on the far touch line and as the ball came over along the floor Cyril Knowles, who was standing on the line, completely missed it and the ball rolled agonisingly over the line.
From our seats in the East Stand we had a perfect position of the goal and I just sat there stunned. The next voice I heard was my father’s ‘come on son time for bed’ as we dejectedly left our seats.
I hope I got most of my facts right has it was nearly 30 years ago. Now I’m a season ticket holder with my 10-year-old son who sits in the front row of the Paxton right behind that goal - just hoping history don’t repeat itself this Sunday.
The most wonderful kick in the face for Chelsea was in (I think) 1971 when it was absolutely pouring with rain at the Bridge and Mullery scored with a screamer in about the 91st minute and then someone else - possibly Pratt - got a second.
Kept me smiling for weeks.
But the most important match is of course the wonderful (actually it wasn't that great a game) 1967 cup final when we won 2-1. I remember a late surging run from Mullery and a parried shot which someone stuck in (Frank Saul?).
Greaves had a disappointing game - but on the subject of Greaves, why aren't we seeing any "is Michael Owen the best thing since Jimmy G" in the papers?
The game I remember well was Chelsea v Spurs on Saturday 14th November 1970. I was fifteen at the time.
Even by the standard of London derbies, this was a needle match. We had lost five and drawn only one of our previous six visits to Stamford Bridge. Fourth-placed Chelsea were the FA cup holders, while Spurs had moved up to third by having beaten Burnley 4-0 the previous week. That game had included BBC TV's "goal of the season".
The Chelsea fixture coincided with one the most sustained downpours I have ever experienced. In a crowd of 61,000 most Spurs fans were crammed in the old uncovered end.
With playing conditions turning into quagmire, referee Pat Partridge called-together the respective skippers, Ron Harris and Alan Mullery, and asked if they each wished to carry on. Both captains agreed they should, and produced a spectacle in dreadful conditions. With 90 minutes already passed, the score was 0-0 until Mullery, then Jimmy Pearce produced injury-time goals, to the delight of us rain-soaked fans.
With Spurs on a winning run, it seemed likely that 70-71 would be our third successive "year one" league title. But the following week the team came back to earth with a 2-1 home defeat by Newcastle. Despite our finishing third and winning the League Cup, joy was tempered by the two other main domestic trophies going to a team whose name I forget.
The teams in November 1970 were
Chelsea: Bonetti Boyle Harris Hollins Hinton (sub Dempsey) Webb Weller Cooke Osgood Baldwin Houseman
Spurs: Jennings Kinnear Knowles Mulley England Beal Gilzean Perryman (sub Johnson) Chivers Peters Pearce
I remember watching Spurs against Chelsea in the early 1990's at White Hart Lane. We were two goals down late into the game when an unknown substitute by the name of Sol Campbell was put on up front for his debut. Within minutes he scored a goal and came over to celebrate just in front of us in the East Stand Lower. It was of little consolation as we went down 2-1, but it’s good to remember the days when Sol gave his all for Spurs.
I can't remember the year, but it was about 1973. I had borrowed a season ticket from a friend who was a "blue" and watched a dull 0-0ÃƒÆ’Ã†â€™Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Â¢ÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…Â¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Â¬ÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Â¦ until the 91<sup>st</sup> minute. The Chelsea season ticket holders were all getting up and going, and then a throw in from just below me on the right was flicked on and slid in at the near post, I think it was Jimmy Pearce that scored. I was the only one in the half empty stand that was leaping around and cheering. Then a similar move, that started with a free kick, and I think Gilly headed it in, 2-0. We had mugged 'em. And isn't it about time we did it again?
Prior to the last ten years, there was a time when we hardly ever failed against a Chelsea side - defeats against them was few and far between.
The most memorable game for me goes back to the sixth round of the FA Cup in 1982 at Stamford Bridge. Spurs had a team with the likes of Hoddle, Hazard, Archibald, Crooks, Ardiles - a truly class side by anyone’s standards which went on to win the trophy that season and was on for the League, Cup Winners Cup, and the League cup (Milk Cup). Imagine these days a Spurs side going on for 4 cups, but that was a that side so nearly did, it was a magnificent attempt.
Spurs that day were playing a Chelsea side plying their trade in the old 2nd Division. Chelsea went 1-0 up through a free kick from the edge of the box right on the stroke of half-time. Second half, Spurs went for them and put blues on the back-foot and opened the scoring also from a free-kick - I think Hoddle bent a grass-cutter around the wall where the young Chelsea keeper (whose name escapes me) could not hold the shot and Archibald slotted in the loose ball, 1-1.
The second goal was a complete gem with passing around the 18-yard line with Galvin passing to Hazard, who chipped to Hoddle, who half volleyed to the bottom left hand corner 2-1. Mickey Hazard got the 3rd in a similar build-up to the 2nd only the other side of the box. Chelsea scored late on to pull it back to 3-2, but it didn’t matter, Spurs were through to the semis the second year running.
One thing that day also springs to mind, I was with a girlfriend and we were standing on their north terrace where all the Spurs fans were congregated. When we equalised we got pushed from the back to nearly the front, and she turned around and said to me " I’ve lost a shoe!" So muggins here had to go look up the terrace for this shoe and needless to say I found it.
Luck maybe? Some luck on Sunday would be most welcome for once.
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