Well another day out on the choo-choo to the capital started with the mugging of the MFC steward on Darlo platform so we could get our train tickets and jump on the earlier train.

After a fairly uneventful journey and the demolition of a case of lager between us we arrived and jumped onto the tube down to Liverpool Street. There we met the Get Along Gang for a few pints. At this point I would like to state the fact that at no point did they go to the toilets in pairs. More three’s and four’s. Anyway I digress.

After a few pints we jumped on the overland and headed to White Hart Lane. It was my first visit to Tottingham and my first impression when I got off the train was “sh*thole.” I didn’t see anything to disprove this.

The game kicked off and the Boro fans were in good voice, backing their team and the first half was fairly even in the fact that both teams looked like they didin’t give a toss and had their minds on lads summer holidays spent <this bit removed as we simply can’t afford the legal bills> swimming pools. We had a goal disallowed, rightly so, they scored a deflected goal. I bet he wished the “Grounds” would have opened up ha-ha.

The second half started and we looked much brighter from the off. We moved the ball around quicker and had Spurs on the backfoot. Wheater had a header cleared off the line by Lennon (ffs Lennon, Give Wheat a Chance), and we were threatening everytime we had the ball. Rocky came on in place of Grounds and we immediately attacked them with more venom. After 69 minutes Stewie hit a 76 yarder from 30 yards out that swerved around Jenas and buried itself in the top corner. Get in, the Boro supporters went mad.
Shortly after Alves was put through, and if FIFA had brought in that ruling making the goals a couple of feet wider, we’d have been celebrating again. Blatter you t**t.

All in all a fairish result and we headed back to Cental London in decent spirits (and looking for some travel spirits as well). Quick visit to the Offy outside Kings Cross and we were on our way back home.

Always a good day out London. It makes all the more special getting some sort of result and knowing you can leave the place.

Clyde.