i remember as a child trying to be daddy’s little girl and watching Spurs matches. but only ever on tv. but as i grew, my mum told me a was too much of a tomboy and stopped me watching, plus dad began to work to hard and stopped watching the full matches. i thought my days of liking football were over!

then along came rick. probably the most hilariously competitive, football loving boy (besides jonny)! so i was immediately “subjected” to watching match of the day or being told “we can’t go out tonight cuz the football’s on” or he’s at the match and i’m told “make sure you’re watching”. throughout these 7 years and this type of harrassment, i’ve managed to begin to like watching match of the day 2 (the too good too bad is great!!), don’t normally mind match of the day, and i’ve even managed to get to a friendly Northern Ireland match which i really enjoyed. but really, it’s only after yesterday that i really have begun to actually fall in love with football. and not only that, i had the priviledge of watching rick’s happiness that not only did one of his dreams to go to a Spurs match come true, but also to see them win (there’s only one keano! – did you know that his goal was his 100th for Tottenham…epic!) it was honestly the best day of my life so far!! in the words of rick, the day was like so:

“an early breakfast in wetherspoons, walking round the stadium, buying sarah a spurs shirt, a dodgy and greasy lunch in the hotspur cafe (!), the match itself, all the random photographs, sarah getting near enough stripped searched at random by the anti-terrorism branch, the result, all the walking, the meat platter i had for dinner, the random questions game, the nice relaxing late night dessert, match of the day, sleep.”

it was great!! and i got my first ever football shirt! love it! can’t wait to go back some day!!

to dare is to do…