Spurs v Chelsea

It was actually a really good game. Both teams played some great football; it was exciting; and the atmosphere at White Hart Lane was the best it has been all season - for most of the second half anyway. Sure we missed Bale (expectant father) and Dembele (midweek injury), but we played well, mostly. Both sides missed chances. The 2 - 4 result was definitely harsh though, not to say frustrating. It could all have been so different. One goal behind coming out after half time (a scorcher from Cahill),  two goals from Gallas and Defoe (his 200th club goal) in the space of the first 10 minutes put us in front. Not for too long unfortunately: Juan Mata then scored twice in 5 minutes. Livermore replaced Huddleston (why?) and Adebayor came on for Dempsey (who hadn't looked comfortable in Bale's position). Tottenham continued to fight, but then Mata took the ball from Walker out on the touchline and his pass to Sturridge gave Chelsea their fourth goal in the 89th minute. Game over.


Agatha loves being at the Lane when it's LOUD. And it was for much of the second half. (Mildred couldn't make it today). It's great feeling the crowd getting behind the team. Sadly, there was evidence on Twitter after the match of some "fans" not getting behind individual players. Kyle Walker was excoriated for his mistake towards the end, and such was the tone of it that he closed his Twitter account. Seems a bit extreme. Ignore the idiots, Kyle. But this does again raise the question of "fans" v "supporters". Walker has been a great presence in defence, really solid for Spurs. He doesn't deserve the vitriol that was being directed at him.

Not only were we without Bale and Dembele today -  as we've said before, we are also still missing Parker, Kaboul and Assou Ekotto. We have  top class players. Agatha and Mildred have high hopes for the season, and they are supporting our boys 100%.

Agatha and Mildred

Football memories

International break. Time for Agatha to come clean: she's not an England supporter. So Bale 2 - Scotland 1 brought mixed emotions last night. What a corker of a goal from Bale. (She doesn't want to get into a discussion about the penalty, being more upset about Fletcher's disallowed goal). Expecting similar mixed emotions on Tuesday too, when Scotland meets Belgium, assuming Vertonghen and Dembele will be appearing for their country.  In truth, she doesn't really follow Scottish football much these days, and World Cup qualifiers are always painful for Scots. But it has got her reminiscing about the (really) old days ...

Photo:Neil Carnegie

This is where it all started - Ardrossan Winton Rovers. Winton Park shared a wall with my first primary school (that's it in the photo). Watching games on Saturdays, wandering freely around the ground to get different vantage points, swinging on the rails, out in the elements, squashing into the enclosure when it was really pouring. (The Stand was for the posh folk). Me, my sister, and the girl cousins watching the first half of the game from Cannon Hill next to the ground, and getting in for free at half time. (The boy cousins' entry paid for? I don't recall. Hrrumph). My Uncle Jackie cut the grass and helped count the takings. Loved the action - the closeness and immediacy of it - and the sense of attachment and belonging. And going about with my dad and the grown ups.

Moving to the newly built primary school up the road, I was asked in the playground "Who do you support - Rangers or Celtic?" "Winton Rovers" says I proudly. "Naw. That disnae count. Rangers or Celtic? You've got to say". I didn't know the answer, so asked my dad. "Just say you support Kilmarnock". Somehow that did count, or at least the boys stopped bothering me in the playground about it. It wasn't until years later that I understood what the question was all about and appreciated the wisdom of my dad's suggested response. I really hope that question is not asked any more in playgrounds in the West of Scotland. It's an embarrassment we've lived with for too long.

Later still, in my teens and having moved to Glasgow, I would have responded to the playground question with a different answer  - Partick Thistle. Or, should I say: Partick Thistle FC. (As Billy Connolly rightly points out - you have to give them their full title otherwise folk think they're called "Partick Thistle Nil").  One Boxing Day, we took the young daughter of a friend to Firhill for her first football match. It was a 5 goal thriller against Motherwell, 2 goals scored from the penalty spot. Come on you Jags! We had to explain the nickname: Partick Thistle, thistles are jaggy - the Jags! Back home, recounting the excitement of the experience she told her mum - "And they've got a nickname ... emmm ..." [thinks] "... the Pricks!"

Having defected south of the Border in the 1980s, and pitching up initially south of the Thames, I skirted with Wimbledon for a while. Then, in 1990, visiting White Hart Lane for the first time (with new boyfriend Norman) I witnessed close up from the lower tier of the West Stand the genius of Paul Gascoigne and the skill of Gary Lineker.  I remember the frisson to this day. Smitten.

What are your early football memories?

Agatha and Mildred

Happy Returns!

Many happy returns to Jermain Defoe, birthday boy today!

And continuing our happy return to top form, winning 2-0 against Aston Villa!


Today's view at The Lane
 

Agatha and Mildred were happy to return to White Hart Lane, hoping for good things at home after last week's triumph at Old Trafford, and notwithstanding a disappointing midweek performance against Panathinaikos. Also returning to the West Stand for the first time this season, down near the pitch, towards the Park Lane end. Agatha likes it down there: you get a real sense of how fast and physical the game is, although you do miss out a bit on the overall shape of the match (and on a decent view of any goals at the other end). So, sadly, we missed a close-up view of Tottenham's two second-half goals - but we're not complaining!

Great game today. We are looking good! Lots of clever play from the lads - Dembele and Vertonghen are undoubtedly superb signings. Bale and Lennon did what Bale and Lennon, respectively, do so well. Lennon worked so hard throughout the whole game; he deserved his goal (and his place in the England squad).  Gallas and Walker were solid in defence, as was Caulker, who is looking really promising. He even contrived to get in the way of Defoe's shot to score his first goal for Spurs. Sandro was class, mostly, but a bit inconsistent today, Agatha thought. And Dempsey wasn't quite as sharp as he had been in previous games; Sigurdsson came on to replace him in the second half. But again, both good signings on the evidence of their performances to date. Adebayor also came on in the second half to replace Defoe. All in all, a really talented squad. And remember, we still have the return of Kaboul, Parker and Assou-Ekotto to look forward to. Spoilt for choice!

Hugo Lloris at White Hart Lane

The big news today, however, was the first league appearance of Hugo Lloris in Spurs' goal. Agatha and Mildred are both great fans of Brad Friedel, who has been brilliant for us at Tottenham. As Amy Lawrence wrote in the Observer today, Friedel has had an unbroken run in the premier league for 8 seasons, being picked by whichever team he was with, playing in 310 consecutive matches. What a record. Respect! Amy assumed that he woud be playing today (as did many of us given his fine form of late), but the rumours that started circulating shortly before the match proved right - Lloris  got his first league game for Spurs. He acquitted himself admirably, as you would expect of France's No. 1 keeper, reading the game well and making some great saves. It will be interesting to see what happens now - Brad and Hugo both proving they are a safe pair of hands. Maybe a smart move on AVB's (and Brad's) part: introduce Lloris while Brad's performance and reputation are at a high.

Bring on Chelsea!

Agatha and Mildred

P.S. Euan the Octopus could so easily have been right - and more!