Thinking back, reminiscing to myself, I thought of a day I would never forget.
I must have been about seventeen or eighteen at the time, and a typical young football fan. My niece was down on holiday at the time, and both being avid Tottenham Hotspur fans we decided to go to the training ground in Cheshunt for a day out, which was to become much more than that.
We set off in the morning, feeling very excited, carrying our little bags containing our cameras, autograph books and a couple of ham sandwiches. We arrived there at about 12 o'clock. As we approached the gates we were told by the groundsman that it wasn't an open day to the public.
The change from happiness to sadness came as a shock to us. We just stood there, not knowing what to do. The groundsman then said, 'It's okay, you can always come back tomorrow'.
My niece explained to him that she had to go back to Yorkshire the next day. He looked at us, and seeing the pity in our faces, told us to come back in a few hours and he would see what he could do.
We were so happy again, we walked around in a daze, waiting for the time to pass but, as promised, as soon as we got back, the groundsman came over and let us in. He told us to walk a little way along and wait for a moment.
Then, all of a sudden, we saw the players walking towards us. We were standing there shaking, waiting for them to get nearer.
It was like a dream come true that I would never forget. As they came over they stopped and spoke to us, signed our books and we took a couple of photos as well. Then I saw Glenn Hoddle by my side. I just stared at him and handed him my book - I think I was in shock.
Then the manager Keith Burkinshaw came over to us. He shook our hands and spoke to us for a while, then asked where we where going to. We said near the football ground. He walked over to his assistant, Peter Shreeve, and spoke to him for a minute. Then he came back and asked us if we would like a lift there.
We were dumbstruck, but managed to half nod a 'yes'. I don't know to this day how we walked to the car.
When we arrived at the football ground we were given a guided tour. We saw the executive boxes, the trophies and the changing rooms. But the best bit was walking through the tunnel onto the pitch as, although it was empty, we could still hear the almighty roar of the crowd.
It really was the perfect ending to the perfect day.
By Debbie Souster