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But you can see the goal!-
The White Hart Lane saga seems to have reached a most satisfactory conclusion. I have waited until now to give you blog readers a good laugh because for much of the time it wasn't funny.
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It all started at the beginning of the season in September when we took up our mini season ticket package and arrived for our first game. Luckily the pillar that was obstructing our (expensive) view was a welcome one as ten men Manchester United fought back from 1-0 down in the first minute, to run out winners 3-1. AT the price we were paying I expected a clear view of whatever mayhem was being presented out there on the pitch and wrote to tell them so sending them the above picture. They replied saying that it was not obstructed as 'you can see the goal'. I informed them that if I wanted to see just the goal, I would have asked for seats right behind it!
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We were moved. When I looked at the stadium plan I was delighted. We had been moved nearer the halfway line and 13 rows back, perfect! With eager anticipation we took up our new places at the Wolves game. What a view and position! We were soon to realise why these seats were vacant. About 10 minutes before kick off the family from Hell arrived. Son from Hell sat in the seat next to Trish. Dad from Hell and his three mates sat behind us. Son from Hell had tourette's and a twitch. At any moment, and usually in a quiet passage of play, he would suddenly, as if an electric current has suddenly passed through him, (actually not a bad idea!) grab Trish's leg and shout out 'you f-------, c----' at whatever player or official was passing by. What made this worse was the fact that his 'friends' and family thought this to be funny and I soon was to realise where he got it from as they turned out to be the most foul mouthed and abusive morons I have ever had the displeasure to encounter.
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How I wished for a Star Trek phaser set on vaporise, and believe me I would have used it! They were an embarrassment and to think that the world's resources were being wasted on keeping them alive made me more angry.
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Anyway, this story has a happy ending. Yet again I complained to the club, threatening all sorts of exposure. Our second match in these new seats had revealed these sub-humans to be season ticket holders! We could not be expected to tolerate that for the rest of the season could we?
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The club responded. They moved us. Across the ground to block 13. We took up our new seats for The Villa game. I can actually say having sat there twice, these are the best seats I have ever had in any ground anywhere in the world. I just hope they have sorted out the other problem A solution would be for the club to have an 'ejector' fitted to each seat as in fighter jets. A quick fix and no parachute! Good old Tottenham, some faith in customer service in this country has been restored.
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The White Hart Lane saga seems to have reached a most satisfactory conclusion. I have waited until now to give you blog readers a good laugh because for much of the time it wasn't funny.
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It all started at the beginning of the season in September when we took up our mini season ticket package and arrived for our first game. Luckily the pillar that was obstructing our (expensive) view was a welcome one as ten men Manchester United fought back from 1-0 down in the first minute, to run out winners 3-1. AT the price we were paying I expected a clear view of whatever mayhem was being presented out there on the pitch and wrote to tell them so sending them the above picture. They replied saying that it was not obstructed as 'you can see the goal'. I informed them that if I wanted to see just the goal, I would have asked for seats right behind it!
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We were moved. When I looked at the stadium plan I was delighted. We had been moved nearer the halfway line and 13 rows back, perfect! With eager anticipation we took up our new places at the Wolves game. What a view and position! We were soon to realise why these seats were vacant. About 10 minutes before kick off the family from Hell arrived. Son from Hell sat in the seat next to Trish. Dad from Hell and his three mates sat behind us. Son from Hell had tourette's and a twitch. At any moment, and usually in a quiet passage of play, he would suddenly, as if an electric current has suddenly passed through him, (actually not a bad idea!) grab Trish's leg and shout out 'you f-------, c----' at whatever player or official was passing by. What made this worse was the fact that his 'friends' and family thought this to be funny and I soon was to realise where he got it from as they turned out to be the most foul mouthed and abusive morons I have ever had the displeasure to encounter.
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How I wished for a Star Trek phaser set on vaporise, and believe me I would have used it! They were an embarrassment and to think that the world's resources were being wasted on keeping them alive made me more angry.
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Anyway, this story has a happy ending. Yet again I complained to the club, threatening all sorts of exposure. Our second match in these new seats had revealed these sub-humans to be season ticket holders! We could not be expected to tolerate that for the rest of the season could we?
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The club responded. They moved us. Across the ground to block 13. We took up our new seats for The Villa game. I can actually say having sat there twice, these are the best seats I have ever had in any ground anywhere in the world. I just hope they have sorted out the other problem A solution would be for the club to have an 'ejector' fitted to each seat as in fighter jets. A quick fix and no parachute! Good old Tottenham, some faith in customer service in this country has been restored.
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View from our new seats.....'how are you today Harry!'
Ha, Ha!Good story! Harrys Spurs, good luck! And build a new arena like Nya Gamla Ullevi! Pav is my guy!
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