Being a Spurs fan living in the North East makes it really hard to see the Tottenham play, so my very first game was at Roker Park when we played Sunderland in 1994. My dad took me along after a lot of crying and whining from me (as I was only 12 then).
All of my friends and family are Sunderland supporters (especially my dad), so when he took me to the stadium I had sit with all the Mackems, which was so awful because I am Tottenham through and through.
We arrived late so when I got there we were 1-0 up thanks to Allen Nielsen. All the way there my dad was giving me stick about how they were gonna hammer us 5-0, so it was amazing when we went on to win 4-0, an Iversen hat-rick. Every time we scored, I cheered and my dad sank his head further into his hands!!
He even made me leave before the match had finished, I didn't mind really though, because we had proven ourselves better than the Mackems and, for me, that game is almost as big as Us V. a*****l, but not quite. I was in heaven for weeks.
Back in the 80's went onto the pitch after a game and got into the changing room. I just walked straight past a steward and said "alright Bob" and he let me straight through. I managed to get my programme signed by Hoddle and Co but unfortunately it's packed away in a box at the moment after several house moves.
In 1987 when I was 14 I went to ever round of our FA cup run with my mate Lee, we then got tickets for the semi final at Villa Park, but my Mum wouldn't let me go because it clashed with a boring family holiday, so I sold my ticket to my mate who was an Arsenal fan - I've never lived it down!