Nutty Spurs 2021/22 FFL

Time is running out to join the “Nutty Spurs (Gooner Free Zone)” 2021/2022 Fantasy Football League.

Simply use the link below and you’ll be added automatically after you’ve entered the game.

League Code: tlfub7

There’s only one rule and the clue is in the name – No Gooners may be selected for your squad at any time during the season.

Good luck and COYFS!

The Sting

A Brief Interlude

Brentford are taking over the bloeug today due to the incontrovertible fact that they are our my/your/second team. *

Brentford FC Logo

Nine times Brentford have tried and failed to gain promotion via the play-offs either to tier one, two or three of the great English football pyramid and nine times they have failed. Today against Swansea, the 10th time, must be the one where they finally crack it as it starts in a one!

1946-47 was the last time the Bees graced the top tier in the old first division, the first season after the Second World War. They’ve bobbed about interminably between the old fourth division and the new Championship ever since, and of late they’ve made a couple of real tries at breaking back into the top level falling to Middlesbrough in 2014/15 and Fulham in 2019/20. They’ve been preparing diligently for their inevitable seat at the top table with the building of the new 20,000 capacity Brentford Community Stadium replacing the grand old Griffin Park which was famous for being the last stadium to have a pub at each corner.

The 17,250 seat Brentford Commuunity Stadium

Between two of those pubs their is a little two-up two down at 50 Braemar Road; a modest abode where I lived very briefly in the mid-70s with my mum my parents separation.

The 12,300 seat Griffin Park Stadium. Our lil ol’ house was roughy where the arrow indicates!

Brentford became my second team after the mighty Lilywhites as a result and it was great seeing both clubs getting promoted in the 1977/78 season. It would be greater still to have the Bees hosting Spurs on their patch in the same division for the first time in my life.


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Something To Chew On

Pre-match entertainment for tonight’s 5th round FA Cup clash with Everton.

A blast from our distant past reporting on our first FA Cup meeting with Everton in the 1st round of the FA Cup on 6th February 1904.

from The Sporting Life, Monday, February 8, 1904



            The hope of the London district, Tottenham Hotspur, came out on top on Saturday, where they bearded the Everton lion in his den, and came away victorious. The test was, without a shadow of a doubt, the best of the afternoon, and those who saw them run round the Evertonians are loud in their praise of their tactics and ability. The game had all along in Lancashire being regarded as the titbit of the Palatine games, and though the gate was not so large as one might have expected, still it was a good one, and will stand the Spurs in good stead. It was, however, only 20,000, and the amount is not so much as would have been taken at Tottenham. The Spurs had been training in the Southport district, and went over to Liverpool in the middle of the day by the West Coast line, the whole lot under the care of Cameron, the old Evertonian, being in the very best possible order. The Evertonians had been taking their breathings on the North side of the Ribble Estuary, and, like their opponents, arrived in the city about noon in the best of condition and confident of success. But weather and ground were bad, the game being mudlarking pure and simple. The morning opened dull and murky, and finally broke away into a regular soaker. The ground had got a gruelling in the middle of the week, and the downpour did not mend it at all – it was simply a quagmire. The Spurs had a decent following, several excursions being run from Tottenham. Booth led his men into a rousing accompaniment, the Spurs coming out a minute afterwards. No time was wasted in starting, Ruth beating Jones in the spin of the coin. J. Jones and Hughes conceded free kicks in the first minute, and from the second of these Booth made a fine attempt to score, the ball just topping the bar. Fouls were fashionable, and now it was Wolstenholme’s turn. From the free kick Kirwan ran and centred finely, Woodward calling upon Balmer to effect a glorious clearance. The excitement visibly increased, and the Spurs were certainly moving in prime fashion. Crelly was passed by Warner, and the latter centred splendidly to Kirwan, who missed the ball and


Sharp made a big effort to pull his forwards together, but in a long run with Tait the latter just succeeded to tipping the ball out of danger. Offside spoiled both Settle and Corrin. The players paid no heed to the drenching downpour, but some of them experienced great difficulty in preserving the equilibrium. Hughes fouled Taylor, but J. L. Jones covered the discrepancy. The Spurs’ attacking brigade worked with a better understanding than did their opponents and Woodward plied both wings very judiciously. However, Everton hereabouts worked in smarter fashions, and both Settle and Taylor were only knocked off the ball in the nick of time. Kirwan outwitted his rival backs neatly, and transferred to Copeland, who brought Kitchen out of goal with a capital cross shot. Kitchen came to effect a thorough clearance, ran out some distance to kick away. Settle lost the ball rather foolishly consequent upon over-elaboration, and the Everton goal was endangered thereby. The play up to now had been very much in favour of the Londoners, who time after time got


            When the first half was three-quarters over the first goal had still to come. It was not long, however. The Spurs halves and backs tackled almost unerringly, and whatever there was to enthuse in attack generally emanated from the visiting vanguard. Woodward – considered mum too robust — played with surprising dash on the heavy ground. Judgement was writ large, too, in most that he attempted. His dribbling was fine, and he here proved so troublesome to Abbott that the latter perforce failed the amateur gently, but the free kick worked off harmlessly. Everton dashed to the Tottenham end, and in saving a time sort of shot settle compelled Williams to lose his grip and a corner ensued, which was cleared. Abbott again failed Woodward, and from the free kick Kitchen conceded a corner. This was finally placed by Warner, and kitchen, rushing out, missed the ball, Woodward heading a lovely goal — this after thirty minutes’ play. Just previously Kitchen had saved well from Copeland, who was unwittingly given the ball by booth. Stung by the reverse, Everton played up, and Corrin went very close with a long dropping effort. more trouble was in store for Everton as the visiting forwards again menaced, and J. Jones sending in the capital shot was gratified to see Balmer just turned the ball through his own goal. Had Balmer not attempted a clearance kitchen would have had little difficulty in clearing the ball. in the ensuing play Everton seldom looked like making up their leeway. just on the interval Everton made a big effort to put a better complexion on the game. Settle, Taylor, and McDermott each tested Williams, but the custodian refused to be beaten. Half-time : Tottenham Hotspur, two goals : Everton, nil.

             The ‘Spurs Had a lot of the best of the first half, but in the second the Evertonians played better, and though the visitors’ halves and backs were again in the best of trim they were often are in trouble then before. Everton tried the rushing game for a time, but the ‘Spurs were equally lively, and refused to be caught napping. Their defenders fairly revelled in breaking up the Toffees’ attack. A sign of weakness, too, was the frequent fouling of the visitors by the Blues. A fine burst away by Woodward placed the Everton defence on tenter-hooks, who passed Crelly and so hustled Balmer that the latter was constrained to pass back to Kitchen, who had to run out. Fortunately, no mishap occurred, but a minute later Woodward missed scoring by a miracle, when he had only kitchen to beat. Tottenham’s goal was the scene of a desperate struggle. Williams was plied with all manner of shots, and his saves from both McDermott and Booth were brilliant in the extreme. Several corners fell to the Blues, but Williams came out on top every time. From a centre by Corrin , Sharp missed the chance of the match, the little man missing the ball by inches when it required only a tap to put it through. With only fifteen minutes to go Everton had not yet scored. They made their effort, but it was not until a couple of minutes from the close that they had their reward. Crelly was fouled, and the ball being worked well forward, Watson scored a fine goal. The crowd went frantic, but the goal had surely come too late, and despite Everton’s giant efforts, the whistle went with the Southerners winning by two goals to one. Referee, Mr Ward (Nottingham). Teams :-

            EVERTON.—Kitchen (goal), Ralmer [sic] and Crelley (backs), Wolstenholme, Booth, and Abbott (half-backs), Sharp, Taylor, Settle, McDermott, and Corrin.

            TOTTENHAM HOTSPUR.—Williams (goal), Watson and Tait (backs), Morris, Hughes, and J. L. Jones (half-backs), Warner, J. Jones, V. J. Woodward, Copeland, and Kirwan.


46,058 days later

Forget the next league match for a bit and let’s just travel down memory lane by 46,058 days, or a little over 126 years. Let’s journey to an age before the new “Tottenham Hotspur Stadium” and even before the old “White Hart Lane Stadium”. Two world wars have passed and a multitude of other conflicts. Queen Victoria still had more than six years left to rule and my Star Trek memorabilia collection was almost a century from its inception.

H.G. Wells’ famous ground-breaking “The Time Machine” was published in the year following the grand event reported below. This being Tottenham Hotspur’s first foray into the Football Association Challenge Cup in October 1894, a trophy which we won for the first time a mere seven years later and, for a then record eighth time in 1991. West Herts were our guests at our home ground at Northumberland Park.

Enjoy this enthralling contemporary account of our famous introduction to this great competition that was published in “The Sporting Life” on Monday 15 October 1894, two days after the event. This has been “carefully” transcribed, with original errors and punctuation by 61 Spurs Nut, and includes both team line-ups and train times added from other sources.



TOTTENHAM  HOTSPUR  v.  WEST HERTS.—For several seasons the West Herts Club, then known as the Watford F.C., were regularly drawn against their somewhat near rivals Chesham.  For once in a way the draw turned out otherwise, and hence the Watfordians on Saturday last had the pleasure of journeying up to town and then to White Hart Lane for the purpose of meeting Tottenham Hotspur at Northumberland Park, Tottenham. Neither side was the strongest that could have been placed in the field under more favourable circumstances.  The “Spurs” during a part of the game were carrying two passengers in Goodall and Stanley Briggs; the latter not having recovered from the injury received in the previous week, whilst Goodall was at times about as lame as a cat supposed to be.  On the other hand, the visitors were without the services of a couple of their best men ; still, a more evenly-contested game will possibly not be seen again during the present season at or on the “Spurs” enclosure.  When the rivals took the field, slightly over 2,000 spectators lined the ropes, the weather being of the best and the turf in first class order.  Having lost the toss, the visitors had to face the slope for the initial half, and promptly to time Anderson started the ball towards the top goal.  Hobbs and Wright immediately went away, and the latter from a free kick all but scored.  At this time the “Spurs” were playing a very loose sort of game, but a few minutes later on settled down.  Still, the superior combination of the visitors’ forwards told its tale and though immensely superior in the weight department, it was not until ten minutes from the start that Hunter opened the scoring account from a pass by Eccles.  On the ball being restarted from mid-field, the Herts forwards attacked on the right.  Welham just on the nick of time deprived Hobbs, and Briggs returned the ball.  Payne and Eccles at once went away, and forced a couple of fruitless corners.  Play then became of the fastest, a strong attack by the “Spurs” was only put aside by the splendid play in goal of King, who saved five shots in less than a minute.  After the lapse of twenty minutes Payne, getting possession, went away on the left, and passed to Hunter, who, in turn, transferred to Goodall. The latter sending in a low screw that King could not possibly reach, placed the “Spurs” two goals ahead.  If anything, after this up to the arrival of half-time, the visitors had the better of the exchanges, but failing to score, crossed over two goals to the bad.  Within a minute of the resumption the visitors were swarming round their opponents’ goal.  Anderson forced a corner off Tull [Jull]. Green taking the kick, placed the ball into the mouth of goal.  Wright shot, Monk fisted out, but Wright again getting possession sent the ball into the net.  Again fast play became the order, but half-way through the second moiety, from a pass by Wright Hobbs headed the ball through, and so caused honours to be easy.  Apparently a tie must result, but some ten minutes before the call of time the “Spurs” broke away.  Hunter getting round Robins passed to Goodall, King made a mistake in leaving his charge, and hence Goodall was enabled with a soft shot to score the winning goal of the match, the result being three to two in favour of Tottenham Hotspur.  Referee, Mr. E, Bisiker.  Linesmen, Messrs. H. D. Casey (Tottenham Hotspur) and C. M. Peacock (West Herts, hon. sec.).


C. V. Monk (goal), J. C. Jull (captain) and J. W. Welham (backs), W. J. Shephard, J. W. Julian, and S. Briggs (half-backs), A. W. Cubberley, D. Goodall, P [A. C.]. Hunter, J. M. Eccles, and E. Payne.

S. King (goal), J. R. Paul (captain) and J. S. Lidderdale (backs), G. E. Green, F. C. Robins, and J. Penney (half-backs), S. G. Hobbs, S. S. Taylor, J. O. Anderson, R. G. Wright, and H. R. L. Wright

Kick-off 3.30.  Trains, 2.21, 2.25, 2.37, 2.55 Liverpool-street to White Hart-lane.

Nutty Spurs Fantasy Football League


Dust off your sheepskin coats and get back in the management game
The Nutty Spurs Fantasy Football League is back

Joining the league couldn’t be easier. Simply use the link below and you’ll be added automatically after you’ve entered the game
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Only one rule – No gooners in your squad at any time!

Happy Birthday Jimmy G

His name is Jimmy G, and he is a Spurs legend.

As we all know, today is the great Jimmy Greaves’ 80th Birthday.

I was never fortunate enough too see Jimmy play live but the relatively few recordings, by modern standards, of him playing for us and others are enough to testify to his brilliance.


But in March 1979, as a nervous and shy 17 year old, I was lucky enough to meet him at the old, diminutive Spurs shop where he signed and personalised his new and moving book recounting his battle with alcoholism. I was just a few weeks short of my 18th  birthday and Jimmy had recently celebrated his 39th and looked somewhat like the picture on the back of his book. I have no recollection of what he said to me but he was in very good spirits, no pun intended!


I walked out of the shop absolutely bubbling with joy at this, my first piece of meaningful Spurs memorabilia. It remains my treasured and favourite Spurs tome and I was able to retrieve it from storage today to share it with you all.

Have a great day, Jimmy!


This article is from Ashley Jude Collie and was originally published in BBNTimes.


BT Sport Films “Greavsie” hails the greatest finisher in English football history

By Ashley Jude Collie

As a journalist, I’ve had the distinct pleasure of interviewing any number of fascinating athletes, players who are idols to millions, including: NBA MVPs like Kobe, Shaq and Kevin Garnett, NFL stars Tom Brady and Peyton Manning, and NHL legends like Wayne Gretzky; along with superstars turned pundits such as Troy Aikman, and Terry Bradshaw, and tennis’ John McEnroe, among dozens of others. They were all great—attentive, thoughtful, and funny. Like, after agreeing to sign a headshot for my mother, McEnroe “played” up to his former bad boy image and quipped, “Should I spit on it, first?” He didn’t. Funny guy!

But, the athlete who I personally idolized as a kid growing up in Wales, turns 80 on February 20, the same day that an awesome new biography produced by BT Sport Fil­ms called “Greavsie” is released.


London-born Jimmy Greaves is arguably the greatest finisher in English football history, scoring 357 goals—with nobody coming close to his record (not Alan Shearer, Wayne Rooney or Gary Lineker) for goals at the top level of English football. And, this documentary tells the “tale of the rise, fall and re-birth of one of England’s greatest strikers” with rarely seen archive footage and interviews with some of the game’s biggest names. On-camera, many, like Sir Geoff Hurst who scored a hattrick to inspire England to win the World Cup in 1966, simply call him “a genius in the art of scoring goals.” And, a former teammate, Alan Mullery adds, “He was the best of his time, just like Lionel Messi in the modern day.”

High praise, indeed.

I met Greasvie, who had a mischievous twinkle in his eye that my mum adored, as a nipper when his England national team came to play Wales, and I got his autograph outside Cardiff’s Ninian Park. A couple of years later in Toronto, when his Spurs club team were playing Rangers in a friendly, Greavsie obliged with a hattrick, and then a photo with me and another autograph. Boy, was I pround!


Greavsie, who would score goals with his head or either foot, on icy or sloppy fields, was just born to score goals, and he did so for every club he represented, including nine in a short stint for Milan in Italy’s Serie A.

Football was very different back then with players not making the millions they make monthly, so they were closer to the everyday fans. The documentary reports that Greavsie loved football for the game it was and valued the link to supporters. Spurs manager Bill Nicholson encouraged his players to spend time with fans and they would drink after games at local pubs on Tottenham High Road. Graeme Rudge, one of my ex-pat pals and co-founder of LA Spurs, along with Rolfe Jones, says stories still circulate at the Bell and Hare about Greavsie’s presence.

After retiring from football too early and then going through his own personal hell including a bout of alcoholism, Greavsie returned and “reinvented himself and forged a career on TV, first as a strident pundit and then, in tandem with Liverpool and Scotland striker Ian St John, capturing the hearts of a new generation of football lovers with the Saint and Greavsie show.”

Former England striker and now Match of the Day and BT Sport anchor Gary Lineker says: “Jimmy was perhaps the first football star of TV…Football can be a bit overly serious at times, but we’ve got to remember…it’s entertainment and it’s there to be enjoyed and I think Jimmy encapsulated that perfectly. That’s something I’ve tried to take into my television career. It’s important to have light and shade and Jimmy did it perfectly.”

Veteran journalist and author Norman Giller collaborated on 20 books with Greavsie with the author recalling: “The most important collaboration was the first in 1978 when he started to beat the bottle. It was called ‘This One’s On Me,’ in which he was brutally honest in describing how he had hit rock bottom.”

Giller recently interviewed a few Spurs legends at the premier of this awesome BT film. He quotes Spurs Welsh wizard Cliff Jones as saying of Greaves: “Simply the greatest British goal scorer there has ever been,’ he said without hesitation. ‘As good as Messi, and could Lionel have done it on the mud heap pitches on which we played and with defenders like Chopper Harris and Bites-Yer-Legs Hunter allowed to kick you from behind?”

Giller also quotes Glenn ‘the god” Hoddle, one of Tottenham’s legendary playmakers, who told him: “As a mate of Jimmy’s for more than 50 years, I am also proud to play a part in the BT tribute to mark the great man’s upcoming 80th birthday on February 20. It is an emotional rollercoaster and includes many of his greatest goals and footage that will make you laugh, cry, cheer and groan. It’s a masterpiece by producer/director Tom Boswell and his BT crew.”

Super agent Terry Baker, who has known Greavsie for yonks through his booking agency, A1 Sporting Speakers, says of the BT movie: “Basically, I gave the go ahead to allow BT Sport the right to make this film, because Jimmy deserves to be remembered and because Tom Boswell has done a great job making it. ‘Greavsie’ is a great watch about a great man—my lifetime hero and my great, great friend. See the only live showing of the film with us in Stevenage on Jimmy’s 80th birthday February 20.”

One more thing that would make our hero’s day—Baker, Giller and Greavsie’s family have been pushing for him to earn a knighthood for his services to football. In fact, the Daily Mail/Sportsmail has launched a campaign for his achievements to be honoured. And, Sir Geoff Hurst concurs, saying, “He deserves recognition at this time in his life. As much for his family and friends and fans as for himself. I fully support the Mail campaign.”

Fingers crossed that the football gods look down favourably on the campaign. And, why not? As Greavsie and Giller have often said, and millions agree, “it is a funny old game”—extraordinarily so.

Check out A1 Sporting Speakers for more information on the live showing of the BT movie; listen to Norman Giller’s personal tribute in song to his longtime pal Greavsie; and, here’s more information on BT Sport Film’s “Greavsie.”

This “Greavsie” story initially appeared in BBN Times.

A Tale of Two Graduates

Tonight’s the night! We enter the elite stages of the Football League Milk Littlewoods Rumbelows Coca-Cola Worthington’s Molson Coors/Carling Capital One EFL Carabao Cup in the third round against Colchester United.

We have an illustrious history against the U’s, having won every single game against them. That single game was on a cold Saturday afternoon on 30th January 2016 at the Community Stadium in the fourth round of the FA Cup. Tom Carroll was nearing the end of his short, stuttering career with us and he scored on that day, as did Eric Dier with Nacer Chadli claiming a brace. We ran out 4-1 winners that night on our way to a limp fifth round 0-1 defeat to some South London outfit.

However, let tonight be the night that we see one of our latest graduates, Troy Parrot, passing his entrance exam on his way to a more substantial career with us than little Tom could manage all those months ago.

We all wanna win this trophy again, don’t we?

Your best chance to win absolutely nothing!


Good day guys and gals wherever you may be. It is with great pleasure that I can once again officially announce the relaunch of the much lauded (by me) “Nutty Spurs” Fantasy Football League.

Prizes are capped at last season’s level!

Click the following special link and enter the Nutty code of qlpj7l
The Nutty Spurs “qlpj7l” Gooner Free Fantasy Football League Special Link.

There is but one rule: Absolutely NO GOONERS or JACK FACKIN’ WHEELCHAIR are permitted anywhere in your squad from start to finish. Failure to comply with this simple rule will result in a summary dismissal from my league. My trusty Yorkshire Terrier Attack Dog will be at my side to help find any transgressors.

Feel free to invite others to join in the fun.

Remember, the secret code to enter is qlpj7l


Spurs, Salford and ABU



They say you should always support your home town team. I do, and it’s Salford Red Devils, the local  professional rugby league team.

However, when it comes to supporting my local football team, I decided to take a road less-travelled for northerners and began supporting the mighty Spurs instead of Manchester United, who were situated no more than three miles down the road from where I was born and raised.

As an 8-year old in the pre-mass sports media age, I admit to having no knowledge of any other football team than Man Utd before the FA Cup 4th round results were read out on the radio one Saturday tea-time in February 1967. Utd were beaten surprisingly 2-1 at home by second division Norwich City that day and I now needed a new team to follow for the rest of the cup competition.

My dad suggested Tottenham Hotspur to me, apparently for no other reason than he’d been impressed by a certain Alf Ramsey, who he’d seen playing fullback for Spurs at Bolton Wanderers some years earlier.  By the time Spurs beat Chelsea 2-1 a few months later in the ‘67 Cup Final, I was a committed fan who spent hour upon hour scribbling the cockerel and ball logo on any available scrap paper or notebook, in the same way that I later tried perfecting my signature for my very first  cheque book.

My interest in football generally, and Spurs in particular, began when  there was no such thing as Sky Sports, social media, bloeugs, or even regular TV football for that matter! Consequently, I rarely saw Spurs on the telly and only got to read match reports when they played local teams. Things were so bad  I was often found scouring the ‘Manchester Football Pink’ on Saturday evenings for any random reference to my beloved club in obscure sections of the paper, such as readers’ questions, etc.

My actual first live football game was Manchester United versus Manchester City at Old Trafford in 1969. I remember City won 1-0, but my abiding memory is of standing next to some City fans who were discussing beating Spurs in the Cup Q/Final the previous weekend. As a Spurs-starved youngster, I hung on every word they had to say about the match and, more importantly, what they had to say about my team!

I can’t quite recall the first time I saw Spurs play, although it would have been at Old Trafford, and most probably we would have lost. I know for a fact, however, I was sitting in the Stretford End seats when George Best produced that sublime chip over Pat Jennings – in my direct line of vision – to record yet another win against us back in ‘71. For anyone not old enough to remember seeing it live, or on the Match of the Day opening sequences over the years, it can be viewed still on YouTube.

I do have vivid memories of my very first game at White Lane, which came in 1972, and once again involved my personal nemesis, Manchester United.

An older family friend booked us on the Inter-City Football Special, an innovative way of entertaining football fans going on big away games in the early ‘70s. In reality, it comprised no more than a cattle-truck added to the normal rolling stock, which meant that the travelling hooligans could enjoy drinking beer while being thrown about a designer-graffitied wagon with every twist and turn of the track, and every braking motion of the train. Great fun for some, I guess, but where on earth was the elf-n-safety??

The official pre-match entertainment was either forgettable or non-existent, but us Park Laners had a great laugh when a tall, gangly Utd fan dressed in denim jacket, half-mast denim jeans and obligatory bovver boots escaped from the Paxton Road and ran full-pelt towards our end. There was no way he could have got at us owing to the metal fence between us and the pitch, so instead he dived full-length, feet-first into the line of police waiting to apprehend him. How we all laughed. I bet the police had the last laugh, too, when they got him under the stand out of our view.

The match ended 1-1, with George Graham scoring for Utd and Martin Peters for us.

We bought fish and chips in a chippy in a small parade of shops near the ground after the game, and nearly missed the coach back to Euston station. I’ve often wondered where exactly the chippy was situated and I wonder if any of you guys can suggest where it might be. I very much doubt it was on the High Road, so maybe it was down a nearby side street.

As a teenager, my dad bought season tickets for my older brother and I at – yes, you’ve guessed it – Old Trafford.  I was a closet ABU fan, politely applauded ‘home’ goals while secretly willing on every visiting team. I can recall only one occasion when my mask slipped and, naturally, it occurred when Spurs came to town.  How could anyone be expected to sit on their hands as Martin Peters scored 1, then 2, then 3, and then a glorious 4th in a 4-1 demolition of the home team. The fans I sat with every second Saturday must have thought I’d taken leave of my senses, but I just couldn’t help myself.

My worst Man Utd related experience occurred on my younger brother’s stag day at Haydock races in 2001. As his best man, I was in charge of 27 Utd (and 1 City) fans on a day we were playing them at WHL.  As many of you will know, it started really well as we took a deserved 3-0 half-time lead. The 5 goal collapse in the second half turned the afternoon away from a focus on the horses to how can the life of the only available spurs fan be made as miserable as possible. To great cheers and merriment, the number of our hired corporation bus was changed to read ‘35’ for the return journey to Salford, and the misery continued well into the evening when even more Utd fans joined the stag party at a local pub. As a rabid Utd fan himself, my brother was more than happy to find more people seeking to speak to me rather than him at his special event!

I could go on, but I think I’ve said enough to convey how Manchester United are for me the mortal enemy, even more so than the Arse, the Chavs and the Spammers. As despicable as these London teams may be, they can never haunt me in the same way that Utd have done over the years.

Attending the 3-0 win at OT on the weekend of my 60th birthday in August provided some relief from regular family taunting, but we need another statement win on Sunday to continue putting their ‘bogey team’ status fully to bed.

In closing, they say that most people who switch football teams are nothing more than glory hunters.  Well, as all we Spurs fans know, the “Game is about Glory” and so I’m happy to admit to being guilty as charged!!

NWHL is here!

My spirits are raised. Our best players are back in the fold and we’re playing some great football again. And the morning after last week’s glorious demolition of Chelsea I took a stroll around our spectacular new home. Since my last gallery here a lot has changed, all of it beautiful to echo the beautiful football. The attention to detail around the ground is exceptional and I think any of you lucky enough to get down here when we play will be well pleased. It was grey day so the shots aren’t as vibrant as I would have liked, but enjoy the slideshow!

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I normally only buy the home shirts but I love this one so much that I made an exception and strolled into the new mahoosive shop and snaffled one for a mere £xx.xx.


Oh, and before I go, get a load of this!
Fan Familiarisation Event

It’s close, so close…

Levy Does The Right Thing

No drip feeding of refunds. Daniel Levy has done the right thing by arranging a full refund process for season ticket holders in relation to the matches moved to Wembley.

Full communication below

Hi ,

We are writing to you to confirm the process for refunding the pro rata cost of your 2018/19 Season Ticket for the forthcoming matches with Liverpool and Cardiff City, which have now been switched to Wembley Stadium.

As announced earlier this week the Club received a report from the construction team which highlighted the extent of issues with critical safety systems. As a result a decision was taken at a Board meeting to defer the opening of the stadium and to move these two games to Wembley. Whilst we would have been able to mitigate other areas, we simply cannot compromise safety and, as such, this decision was unavoidable.

We should like to apologise to supporters for both the delay and the change of venue for these matches. The full statement can be read here.

For each match, 1/19th of the cost of your Season Ticket will be credited to your eTicketing account. For the matches against Liverpool and Cardiff, these credits will be placed in to your account in one transaction. To find out how much 1/19th of your Season Ticket equates to please click here.

This credit will be visible in your account from 10am tomorrow morning (16 Aug). You can access your credit by withdrawing the funds into your nominated bank account (the system will prompt you for this if you have not already provided these details). The funds will then be transferred to your bank account by means of a BACS payment (Bankers Automated Clearance Service) and available to use in 48 hours.

How to access your refund

From 10am tomorrow morning (16 Aug):

1 Sign into your eTicketing account using you client reference number and password
2 In the top right corner of the screen, click My Account.
3 On the drop down menu below Account Management click Account Cashback.
4 Enter your bank account details

If you wish for the refund to have cleared in your bank account before the planned on sale date for the Liverpool fixture (to be confirmed), you will need to have submitted your bank details by 12noon, Friday 17 August.

To ensure that there is no delay in receiving your refund, before submitting, please carefully check all details are accurate for a valid UK bank account. You will be able to access these funds from your bank account from Friday 24 August.

The credit for the Fulham match, or any remaining amount if you purchased a ticket for the Fulham match with these funds, will also be placed in your eTicketing account and will also be available to draw on in the same manner.

Once again we sincerely apologise for the delay and will keep all supporters updated with information on further progress over the coming weeks.

Thank you for your support and patience. It is appreciated.


11 Minutes To Go

Oi, Gareth, you’ve got eleven minutes to prevent ME looking like a prat.


Final call for the relaunch of the much lauded (by me) “Nutty Spurs” Fantasy Football League before the first game tonight.

You can join simply by using the following link. You’ll be added automatically after you’ve created your squad and entered the game:

PS – There is one rule to rule them all – NO GOONERS. Failure to comply will result in a summary dismissal from my league.

PPS – In addition to the one rule there is another rule henceforth to be known as the second one rule – NO JACK FACKIN’ WHEELCHAIR. See above for punishment.

Feel free to invite others to join in the fun.

LEAGUE CODE > 1342423-303942

FFL is baaaaack! 1342423-303942

fflMorning gents and gentesses. It is with great pleasure that I can now officially announce the relaunch of the much lauded (by me) “Nutty Spurs” Fantasy Football League.

You can join simply by using the following link. You’ll be added automatically after you’ve created your squad and entered the game:

PS – There is one rule to rule them all – NO GOONERS. Failure to comply will result in a summary dismissal from my league.

PPS – In addition to the one rule there is another rule henceforth to be known as the second one rule – NO JACK FACKIN’ WHEELCHAIR. See above for punishment.

Feel free to invite others to join in the fun.

LEAGUE CODE > 1342423-303942


Time for a Breather!

In about 1972 or so I must have finally decided that my twin brother, Paul, needed some competition, so I declared that I was a spurs fan. He was a Gooner, but a great one and he lived and died as the biggest Arsenal fanatic I’ve ever known. Despite my new found allegiance the first game I went to was with Paul and it was at Highbury to see a feisty match against Everton which culminated in an on-pitch bust-up 9as I recall. As a weeny teeny I winced at the big players laying into each other less than 20 feet away and didn’t fancy this any more. I never went to another Arsenal game that didn’t involve Spurs. The first time I remember going to a Spurs match was a couple of years later with my dad on 28th August 1976. I was 15 years young. Middlesbrough were as dull then as they always have been since and we were treated to a two steps forward, three steps back masterclass in anti-football, ending nil-nil. boro-76

That was the first and last game that my dad went to. As a grown-up neutral non-footy fan he must have thought he didn’t fancy this any more. Me, I was hooked. I went to a few more games during that fateful season with my older brother, Andy, who was a SpursNut too. Getting relegated was unpleasant but we had some good games on the way, particularly at the end of the season when we beat Villa and Leicester.

I went to most games in division two the following season, home and away. My trusty silver Sanyo transistor radio was my loyal companion and was clamped to my ear regularly, waiting to hear the results and cup draws. The last game at the Dell was the best match experience I had until 25th May 1984. This despite not being able to see sod all, stuck at the back as a teeny 17 year old in streams of piss. The atmosphere was unbelievable and the relief at the final whistle was indescribable. This was a nil-nil to die for. The great Burkinshaw squeezed us through by the skin of our teeth and we were back in the promised land.

Then the Argentines came and we were now the focus of attention. Trophies followed and I even went to Wembley with my sister, Angela, to see us retain the FA Cup. Thirty six years later and I’m still here, more hard-core Spurs than ever. Sadly, Paul, Andy, Angela and my dad aren’t. I love them all and I love you all here and many of those still on the other blog. I just can’t help myself!


Can’t fookin’ wait!

While England were thrashing the mighty Panama two days ago, Nutty’s Nikon D700 with its Nikkor 35-200mm zoom lens was busy around the new White Hart Lane in…


A good hour long walk on a blazing hot day garnered almost 100 beauty shots, a selection of which I present to you here.

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I can’t wait to meet you all here in this fabulous stadium next season.