Something amazing happened on Saturday when we played the goons, the like of which I have not experienced since probably the 1984 UEFA cup final second leg at WHL but back then I think the attendance was around 48,000. The collective eruption inside the stadium when Harry Kane scored that goal will live with me forever. It is often said that football is about moments and that moment will always remain special.

And I know that all of you that were there experienced it because social media, especially twitter has been buzzing with chat about what we all felt in that single moment. So why blog about it if the collective consciousness has revelled in this moment already? Because I felt I had to. I cannot contain this to myself I need to share it too and perhaps for those of you that were not able to attend, to at least give you a flavour of what happened. I am sure you felt it coming through whatever TV screen you were in front of. My wife and one of my sons were at home. My wife screamed so loud she almost went hoarse. My son was yelling and fronting up to the TV almost “haka” style by the sound of it so I know it affected everyone.

But inside the stadium the place when crazy. I only have one good ear these days so I may not have even acknowledged precisely the decibel level that the noise reached but I knew it was loud. I have since seen someone say that it was the loudest ever recorded at a Premier League ground. For others it has simply been described as the best experience they have had inside a football ground.

Like an earthquake of the highest Richter scale magnitude, there were pre-tremors in the ground. It started when Coquelin was sent off and the first eruption occurred when Toby equalised. The crescendo followed approximately two minutes later. It was Pavarotti taking Nessun Dorma to new heights.

I had just about managed to secure tickets to the game. Me and one of my sons plus two friends from Dallas Spurs sitting right in the very last row of the Paxton Road upper tier. We knew it was a significant day because even “the Paxton” seemed up for it. People had been labelling it as the most important NLD ever so the fans knew precisely what was at stake.

So back to the Kane goal. It left his foot and before we knew it the net was rippling. We had no real appreciation of what had happened in real time, but you just knew it was a worldy. Being sat where we were the jumbo screens weren’t even visible. Once the goal had been scored, time seemed to stand still. My son seemed to have spread himself across all four seats that we were occupying and being at the very top of the stand and with the whole ground seemingly below us, he appeared to have had his very own Leo Di Caprio Titanic “Top of the World” moment, arms spread like Christ the Redeemer.

I was knocked aside. I lost sight of the players running to the Paxton/Shelf side corner flag to celebrate because everything in front of me was a sea of arms, heads, bodies……legs!! I looked for someone to hug, so I hugged everyone I could see. Friends, strangers it didn’t matter. My voice seemed to achieve a pitch that Kiri Tikanawa would have been proud of and one I didn’t think I had in me. One of the guys with us from Dallas was having his first ever visit to WHL. He must have never seen anything like this level of emotion in any sporting event in the states. The adrenalin rush was intense. Everyone in that ground and at home on their TV’s or in the pubs knew exactly what that goal meant. There seemed to be years of pent up emotion exhaled at that moment. It wasn’t just about today.

It was only later that we realised that we were covered in bruises. My back and my legs. My son’s hand swelled up and he gashed his shin. It seems that for a couple of days afterwards we were discovering new evidence of the intensity of our celebrations. And I know that some of you experienced bruising too. There have been pictures posted of them. Our battle scars from a battle that we didn’t quite win but from one that was of strategic importance in the war with the old enemy. It marked a stand. It marked a moment that said no matter how big you think your shadow is, we do not fear you. We will never fear you. Be fearful of US.

And in the celebrations, the unmasking of Harry Kane symbolised the unmasking of the beating heart of Tottenham Hotspur. The removal of inhibitions and the understanding that after years of turmoil we are embarking on a very different journey that could just possibly attain the highest level of domestic recognition. Where those who have a voice in the game will stand up and appreciate this club in a manner that has been lacking for decades. Most of all though it was about the unity of fans and players alike, who have a shared history that stems back to a gas light on Tottenham High Road and not to some unknown place in Plumstead. Our roots, our history and our future are embedded in the soil of Tottenham and it is moments such as these that mark every one of us as Spurs fans. Leave your agendas at home. There’s no place for them here.

I want to relive that moment again though. I want more of that. Like buying the last Wonka bar with your last coin and getting the golden ticket. I loved how the moment enveloped me completely and that I was able to share it with like-minded people. Like an out of body experience looking down on a sea of joy and knowing that all of that joy is a part of me and I am a part of it. I would of course have liked my whole family there with me but perhaps next time. Perhaps there’ll be a few more moments to share before the end of the season, and hopefully we will save the best for the very end. Hopefully. COYS.