Story by Tom Mitchell of Bristol. Thought Id share a little story of mine from Christmas 1992 - when I was ten I won a Junior Spurs competition to go to the old Chase Lodge training ground and attend a first team training session. Weeing myself with excitement for days in advance, I was horrified to wake up on the big day to find myself covered in chicken pox and being told by my Mum that I couldnt go. Dad said course hes going and proceeded to wrap me in the biggest coat he could find, along with a Spurs baseball cap and three Spurs scarves carefully placed to cover just about every individual chicken pock on my bonce. We went along as planned and had a great day - the adrenaline of meeting the players overtook the wretchedly ill feeling Id been suffering in the morning. I found out that Paul Allen did indeed really have a squeaky voice, it was confirmed that Gary Mabbutt was indeed the nicest man in the world, I had my photo taken with Teddy, Erik Thorstvedt, Nayim, Neil Ruddock, Ray Clemence and loads more, while Dad had a good chat with Vinny Samways about his sleek black Shogun that wed parked next to. At the end of the sesh, a very young Nick Barmby, then one of the hottest properties in the game, came along and took my cap off, rubbed my head and said see you again mate, hope you enjoyed the day and then disappeared. I still have the newspaper clippings ruling him out of the following match with a sudden case of chicken pox.
Posted on: Wed, 14 Jan 2015 18:21:00 +0000
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