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So yeah, this time I went full footie tourist mode and checked out Tottenham’s training ground gaff. Woke up early last Tuesday thinking nah not another lazy day at home. Pulled up the club website proper quick on my phone still lying in bed, scrolling past all the match tickets and merch stuff hunting for “experiences”. Spotted the training ground tours tucked away like.
Booking Mess & Busker Struggle
Clicked that damn tour page and got hit with 4 different options. Standard tour, family package, “premium” whatever that means, and some legends shindig. Prices jumping everywhere like mad – proper confusing when they list adult, kid, OAP rates all separately. Took me like 15 minutes just to compare properly. Booked the basic weekday slot for 20 quid paying with me debit card, got the QR code straight away. Easy enough yeah? Nah mate. Then realized it’s actually in bloody Enfield not near the stadium. Had to Google maps how to get there from mine – bus then train then another bloody bus like some treasure hunt. Wasted half me morning just travelling.
Concrete Wonderland & Football Zen
Finally got there proper sweaty from the walk from the bus stop. Place looks right industrial – massive fences and low buildings. Gave the security bloke me QR code at this tiny reception cabin. Felt dead weird standing there waiting with random families and blokes in Kane kits. Tour starts with this young lad guide cracking jokes about how the grass gets cut different for each player. Proper surprising that! Saw players’ lounge with PlayStation setups everywhere – like a teenager’s dream gaff. Walked past gyms with mad sci-fi machines. Highlight was the indoor pitch – smelled like fresh turf and plastic, pitch itself smoother than me nan’s tablecloth. Our group went dead quiet when we entered like walking in church. Tour ended too quick standing outside where players drive off in their fancy motors.
Cold Tea & Money Grab Talk
Afterward got shoved into the cafe – proper mediocre tea and some sad looking cakes. Overheard some American family arguing about the legends tour price being 85 quid each. Mental that. While stirring my cold tea I looked at tour leaflets left on tables:
- Family one – saves like a tenner total but forces you to buy juniors kit meals together
- Premium version – same route with extra “signed postcard” and glass of cheap fizz
- Legends disaster
– promises meeting players but small print says “subject to availability” obviously
Chatted to staff quietly – they admitted weekends get mobbed like mad and midweek might actually see players if lucky. Paid 20 quid for essentially walking ’round concrete boxes but honestly? Worth every penny when you touch that perfect grass. Just skip their rubbish cafe and eat elsewhere.
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