Editor’s Letter
As a kid growing up in the ’80s just outside London, my life revolved around soccer. (Except of course it didn’t, because it was trophies in 1981, 1982 and 1984. I was an impressionable, soccer-mad boy back then, so my fate was sealed. It helped that my next-door neighbor supported them, too: He was a year older than me, so automatically cool. Tottenham it was, and has remained ever since.
