Lost in N17 - The Europa League and Other Adventures

White Hart Lane is where it all started for me. When I moved to London, Walthamstow to be  precise, at the age of 8 I wasn't particularly interested in football. However, within minutes of starting primary school it was obvious that football was my way in. I entered a world of Panini stickers and playground kickabouts. That school in Walthamstow was overwhelmingly Spurs. 1982 was a good time to be a Tottenham fan too. The previous season they had beaten Manchester City in the FA Cup final and they would again lift the trophy at the end of the season in which I arrived in London. I very quickly became a Spurs fan. A couple of years later I was considered old enough to be taken to a real match. An early season game against Leicester City that ended in a 2-2 all was my first taste of live football. By the time I went to my third Tottenham match 3 years later (against Liverpool in their opening 29 game unbeaten salvo) I was already an Orient fan; I never looked back. Before this week I had been back twice though.