Halfway through the game against Manchester City I was not sure what I was doing there and the same could be said for many Spurs fans
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| The atmosphere inside the Tottenham Hotspur Stadium was nothing short of surreal, with a peculiar tension hanging thick in the air. Amongst the sea of supporters, a curious sentiment lingered - a paradoxical hope for defeat, a desire to thwart the rival Arsenal team. It was a scene painted with anticipation, captured in the lens of the mind, where emotions ran high and allegiances were tested. Credit to Reuters and Dylan Martinez for encapsulating the essence of this captivating moment. |
I know quite a few Tottenham fans, unfortunately. But when I started talking to them on Monday about the Man City game it became clear that many did not want to go.
It took about five minutes to register as a Spurs member on the club website so contacts of theirs could transfer season tickets to me and a fellow Gooner.
They were cheaper than face value for a top tier game. But then there was not much demand, apparently.
We would soon be on our way to cheer on our bitter rivals.
We are greeted at Tottenham Hale station by the first groups of men in spurs shirts swearing at commuters getting in their way. They smell angry.
I look down at my red socks peeking out and try to brush my trouser legs down with my trainers.
I begin to regret my decision; both the socks and the journey deep behind enemy lines.
We depart our Stansted Express train at Northumberland Park.
A brief walk down the shabby Park Lane and the tip of Tottenham Hotspur Stadium comes in to view. I’ve been told so much about the new state of the art ground.
What is it doing here, I can’t help thinking out loud. I am told to shut up by my Spurs escort. Like watching football at an Ibis hotel is how one Brentford fan described it to me earlier that day.
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| Out correspondent managed to get into the stadium without his cover being blown CREDIT: Getty Images/Catherine Ivi |
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