“…They have a few drinks and probably the prawn sandwiches, and they don’t realise what’s going on out on the pitch.” – Roy Keane
What happened to football? The first drink I had at a match as an eight-year-old in the 1980s was a scalding hot Bovril in a flimsy plastic cup, so hot to the hand it needed to be balanced on the seat in front of me: half-time, Dad nips off, comes back with beef stock. This was the routine.
Tottenham Hotspur. This is my club, my one and only club, to quote Bill Nicholson, the legendary former Spurs manager. So, what’s my club now saying on the drinks front?
Noble Rot, Issue 19, March 2019