Spurs v Getafe

Due to the sorry state of things at Tottenham Hotspur at the moment, and the manager's impending departure - which naturally brings about a period of "rebuilding" - the chance to both see and be a part of a Tottenham "European Night" could well be very limited. So, with this in mind, Charity and I headed to White Hart Lane for her first ever game of football and my first European game - Tottenham v Getafe (of Spain)

A drizzly night and no luck getting tickets on the net, I hopped on my new tredley and did the quick 10minute ride to the ground in the hope that the ticket office was still open. Long story short, it was, so back home I went with two tickets and only 20mins before kick off!!

We headed off for the ground all suitably rugged up at a fairly quick pace. Even still, we missed the first 15 or so minutes, and naturally the first two goals of the night!! The score being 1-1 when we arrived.

Nice seats though, as you can see, being 4 rows from the touchline and right behind the Spurs goal for the first half. Just as we took our seats we got to see our first goal, only for it to be disallowed, and for the hail of abuse at the ref to be flowing straight over our heads. I had warned Charity that there were some rather passionate supporters and she took it all in her stride.

The only other goal for the night came at our end in the second half with about 15 or so minutes to go in the game - unfortunately it was for the Spainards from Getafe. From then on, we (and pretty much everyone else) could not work out how Tottenham didn't score at the other end. Great edge of the seat stuff as they tried again and again and again.

In the meantime we were happy to join in the chants and songs in the stand, even if the night itself lacked a bit more atmosphere than usual. Due to the fact that it turned out to be the manager's last game, this isn't a surprise.

After the game we headed back to one of the nearby pubs for a pint or few, even running into a mate from Perth and a few of the other guys I'd met on my previous trip here. The walk home, whilst rather 'fresh' in the late night mist was at a rather more subdued pace, but rounded out at top night all up.