The night I nearly died and decided not to struggle again
My son and I are Spurs fans (sorry we just are). I managed to get tickets for a friendly match, on Wednesday 17th October 2002 against D.C. United, an evening game. My friend and I took his two children; my two children and two friends of my children.
Hoddle, Gascoign and Ginola were all suppose to be playing. I got tickets in the main stand so after the game there was more chance of the children being able to obtain autographs. I enquired about being able to park at the ground because of my limp and was told that I would not be able to. We were a bit late getting to the ground so I had to park a little walk away.
I gave my friend all the tickets and told him to take the children on ahead. I started crawling along the fences towards the ground when I decided it was too much for me, so I went back to the car. I thought I would drive round and see if I could park closer.
Luckily I found a space by the flats opposite the ground. I held onto the walls around the shops and looked for an island to cross the wide main road. I staggered to the island, but as I reached the pavement on the ground side of the road my legs gave way and I sunk to my knees on the edge of the pavement.
A young lady came out of the spurs shop and asked if I was OK or if I had been drinking. I asked her if she could help me to my feet. After an attempt I realised my leg was not rested enough and thanked the lady and assured her I would be OK.
I crawled to the wall. After resting my leg for a couple of minutes I crawled up the wall to get to my feet. I then managed to struggle across the Paxton road and along the shops to the main entrance. As I approached the entrance it was half time and the stewards were putting the barriers away, which I wanted to lean on. I called to them and eventually, after they realised I was not a drunk, one of them offered me his arm to lean on as he led me into the ground and along the edge of the pitch to my seat. I got there 10 minutes into the second half. I asked if they had a wheelchair I could borrow, to get back to my car, but they did not. I thought I would just have to hang onto my friends arm.
As we came out of the ground the children wanted to get autographs, so we waited and waited, but not many came out and it was getting late. I said we would have to go.
My son marched off in a mood and my friend speeded up after him whilst I was hanging on his arm. I stumbled, swung under his arm tearing his jacket and bashed the back of my head on the pavement knocking myself unconscious for a minute.
I came round to my children crying. My friend went and got my car for me and after I had assured everybody I was OK I went home.
I realised that had I had a wheelchair in the boot of my car, none of this would have happened. I think before I put myself in a position like this again as I could have died!!