
I must confess that I no longer follow Premiere League football as much as I used to. These days my interest is usually piqued when England play at international tournaments.

I grew up in north west London so Arsenal were not my local team. But as a kid I thought it would be funny to wind up my older, cooler and football mad cousin. He was a Tottenham Hot Spurs supporter who lived in Harringay. That, plus red was my favourite colour.

The irony is that he now lives abroad and I’ve ended up living near to both grounds in North London.

I drive past the Spurs ground at White Hart Lane usually heading for the A10 on my way out of London, but I often cycle and walk through the Emirates Stadium on my way to the Holloway Road.
The latter route feels more local to me and even 20 years after they were erected those giant concrete letters spelling out the club name still brings a smile to my face. After moving to N16 one of my earliest memories of walking along Drayton Park was the levitating roar of the crowd on a match day.

Two Out of Three Ain’t Bad
Premiere League Title and the Fifa Women’s Champions Cup


Preparations for the Sunday event began on the previous Tuesday when the crowd barriers began to line the area around Finsbury Park. For the whole week North London had been awash with red and white in celebration and preparation for the parade.



Starting out at 10:30, walking up Stoke Newington Church Street and weaving my way through Clissold Park I saw a few people had already secured their Green Lanes spots on the parade route. Continuing to Blackstock Road and hovering at the local free house where there was a logjam I eventually circled back via Highbury Park and headed home for lunch.

Planning is everything because by the time I returned to the park the Green Lanes entrances were impenetrable. Of course it is impossible to be everywhere at once and later it was a joy to watch other scenes across the boroughs via social media.

Through the national game north London had shown the country the spirit of community cohesion. It was an occasion not to be missed and I am grateful that I was able to document a small part of the day.

