White Hart Lane

First, I had a very eventful and packed weekend, so I'm going to make two separate post from this weekend just because I think this one deserves its own post. Well, I finally made it to a Tottenham game. Friday night I stayed in Bath and honestly it was just a blur because it felt like Christmas eve on steroids. I couldn't sleep all night because I just wanted to get to the game already. The next morning I hopped on a train and eventually got to White Hart Lane (Tottenham's stadium) at about 11:30. Kickoff against Norwich City was set for 3:00 but I wanted to get there early because one

of my favorite players who recently retired was having a book signing outside their store. So I waited in line for about an hour and a half and finally got to meet him (His name is Ledley King for anyone who cares) and got a picture with him.  While I was waiting in line I had the pleasure of standing next to an elderly woman whose knowledge amazed me.  We talked about the current team, teams of the past, and teams of the way back past that I had no knowledge of.  It for sure made the time go by faster talking to such an interesting woman who was clearly a huge supporter. Next order of business was to find Matt, Zach, Andrew, and Alex who were coming to the match with me. We met up at about 2:15 and headed into the stadium. The amount of chill bumps I received when I first saw the field with my own eyes was unbelievable, and naturally I teared up from just awe of finally being at the place I have watched on TV the last 6 years of my life wondering if I would ever get to see it myself. I was finally there. I was in a daze the whole pre-game. I feel like if someone would have yelled my name beside me I wouldn't of even heard it. One of the best feelings was to join in the chants I have learned by heart over the years. Singing "Oh when the Spurs" with 36,000 other people was an unforgettable and surreal moment that I will never forget. Once the match started everything just seemed to fly by.  However, I do remember after the first goal running back and forth down the aisle (In my opinion there are few things in sports comparable to seeing the team you love score a goal in soccer) in celebration.  Before I knew it the game was over and Tottenham had won 2-0 in dominant fashion. It wasn't even close and I loved every second of it.  I'm in the beginning stages of making a short video of the day, and whenever I finish it I'll put it on here, but for now pictures will do. To sum it up, I had my love for the beautiful game reaffirmed even more yesterday, and I can not wait to get back to The Lane on the 28th to see Tottenham vs. Chelsea (huge rivalry.) Until next time.