Spurs 2 - West Brom 1
Monday, March 27th, 2006I love Monday night games; darkness, floodlights and of course something to soften the blow of the five day onslaught.
Sitting by the sidelines at White Hart Lane, reading ‘Brave New World’ and eating my picnic of packed lunch sandwiches and two out of my five daily portions of fresh fruit and veg, I didn’t exactly feel like the archetypal football fan. I wasn’t going to be able to act like one either. I had lost my voice after a heavy weekend and could only form the few hoarse muttering. No singing for me.
