Monday, February 25, 2008
Sunday, February 24th, 2008, Part One: Tottenham beat Chelsea to win the Carling Cup
What a day. What a day! Up at 8am, I realised I didn’t want to drag my suitcase, travel bag and computer bag on the subway and subsequent walk to downtown Brooklyn. I was going to Floyd’s Pub on Atlantic Avenue, where NY Spurs, the official New York Supporters Club for the mighty Tottenham Hotspur would be watching the Carling Cup Final. I took a cab from across the street.
I had decided that I would rather watch this big match in the company of my fellow Spurs fans than alone at home, on my laptop. There must have been over 200 people there. Beyond bravado, I wonder how many were truly optimistic that ‘we’ would win. Chelsea are one of the big 3. Their style is not attractive. They stop the opposition from playing, boring them; lulling them to sleep, before hitting them with a sucker punch. In this way, they win most of their matches and certainly were strong favourites for this match. But this is the new Spurs.
Spurs pummelled Chelsea without success and inevitably conceded a goal before half time. This is where Chelsea usually come into their own. Making no attempt to please neutral fans or even the purists among their own supporters, they just choke games to a boring, miserable death. Except this time, it didn’t go according to the tried and trusted script. Spurs got a penalty to tie the match, forcing extra time. Four minutes into the extra half hour, they scored another; fluky, funny, but who among us at Floyd’s cared about that! How many times have we been on the wrong end of these!
With each Spurs goal, Floyd’s erupted. I took some videos and pictures but forgot to bring the cable to Boston that will enable me to download and post them here. I wonder if one will capture the amazing singing, which was so much like going to a game, but on a much smaller scale. The crowd was maybe evenly matched between English and American. There is something interesting, quirky and fun about hearing English football chants sung with American accents. Some even change certain of their words to try to sound cockney, in much the same way that English rock ‘n rollers adopt American accents when they sing.
I went on my way to Boston very happy!
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I had decided that I would rather watch this big match in the company of my fellow Spurs fans than alone at home, on my laptop. There must have been over 200 people there. Beyond bravado, I wonder how many were truly optimistic that ‘we’ would win. Chelsea are one of the big 3. Their style is not attractive. They stop the opposition from playing, boring them; lulling them to sleep, before hitting them with a sucker punch. In this way, they win most of their matches and certainly were strong favourites for this match. But this is the new Spurs.
Spurs pummelled Chelsea without success and inevitably conceded a goal before half time. This is where Chelsea usually come into their own. Making no attempt to please neutral fans or even the purists among their own supporters, they just choke games to a boring, miserable death. Except this time, it didn’t go according to the tried and trusted script. Spurs got a penalty to tie the match, forcing extra time. Four minutes into the extra half hour, they scored another; fluky, funny, but who among us at Floyd’s cared about that! How many times have we been on the wrong end of these!
With each Spurs goal, Floyd’s erupted. I took some videos and pictures but forgot to bring the cable to Boston that will enable me to download and post them here. I wonder if one will capture the amazing singing, which was so much like going to a game, but on a much smaller scale. The crowd was maybe evenly matched between English and American. There is something interesting, quirky and fun about hearing English football chants sung with American accents. Some even change certain of their words to try to sound cockney, in much the same way that English rock ‘n rollers adopt American accents when they sing.
I went on my way to Boston very happy!
