I thought we were getting a bit too twee about that mob in N17 and then thankfully Daz The West London Gooner came to the rescue. Never mind Archibald and Hoddle - my first season of visiting Highbury, age 10, coincided with Tottenham winning the Double in 1961 and every person in my school was either Tottenham or West Ham.

West Ham was the local team but the trophy boys all went for Spurs, my life was a f**king misery for many years; bullying, fights and fall outs were all part of my daily life for being “the only Gooner in the village.” Just because my Dad, bless him, took me to Highbury one October Saturday in 1960 I endured years of p*ss taking.

Although Spurs were clearly a much better team, we still had our moments against them. The win at Christmas 1961, when we came back from a handball goal by Dave Mackay to beat the champions 2-1 was brilliant and then the amazing game in October 1962, 3-0 down we fought back to a 4-4 draw (David Court’s debut). You see I have seen Tottenham play as champions and if you think the last ten years have been enough to redress that balance you are all wrong. Spurs fans even now think they are a big club, Can you imagine what they were like in 1961? It came from young and old in a constant stream of bile and crap that always had that nasty edge.

So keep on chanting against them, remind them every time of our victories over them and revel in any misfortune that descends on them, because one day when Arsene has gone they could come back.

You may all have heard this one but my father always told the tale about the Gooner on his death bed who asked his son to enrol him in the Tottenham supporters club. Despite his son’s protests he eventually agreed and then begged his father to tell him why he had made him do such a thing.

“It is better one those bastards go than one of us” was his strangled reply.

We are a traditional club and it is our tradition to hate them!