I was on holiday in London, my wife had won the trip through work. I am from the Missouri in the middle of the United States.
I always had to watch the Spurs at 2:30 in the morning. I convinced my wife that we had to see the Spurs, she finally caved and said "yes".
My God! I would see the Spurs at White Hart Lane (in person). Once in London, she kept saying 'Do we have to go, it costs so much. I am only doing this for you'.
Game - Spurs versus Everton. Seats were incredible, two rows from the pitch. Again, my wife starts in 'I am letting you do this because I love you and not because I want to be here'.
Second half, Everton leads 2-1. Never seen a real game, I was not prepared for the intensity of the fans. Everton fans were just darn right rude. Anderton scores on a shot from forty yards out (2-2), my wife jumps out of her seat and starts cheering.
Game on the line, less than 10 minutes left. Spurs score from a corner kick. Before the referee can signal goal. My wife is out of her seat giving books and screaming with the Spurs fans at the Everton fans.
I said I thought you came but you did not care. She said "I am a SPURS fan now!" And she has been a Spurs fans ever since. You have gotta love the magic of White Hart Lane!
By Robert Schnettler