The match tore into life from the first kick, both sides playing at a blistering pace that never dipped across the ninety minutes. With 5,000 watching, the football was breathless, the exchanges rapid, and the commitment absolute. A 2–2 draw felt about right: we carried more of the attacking weight, but Spurs showed exactly why North London rates them so highly.

Even so, both their goals came from highly questionable free‑kicks. The first, on 40 minutes, arrived after our forward was tackled—yet somehow the tackler won the foul. One free‑kick led to another, and centre‑half Gibbins unleashed a 25‑yard rocket that flicked off someone on its way in. On the hour, Spurs were gifted a penalty for alleged pushing, and Gibbins buried his second.

Ken Tucker struck both our goals. After five minutes he pounced on a bouncing ball that beat a defender, raced through, and finished past the advancing keeper. Then, six minutes from time, his cross was handled in the box. Reynolds saved the spot‑kick, but our winger followed up to level.

Both keepers excelled, George Taylor outstanding. Dick Walker shaded his duel with the slippery Sid McClellan, while Fred Kearns worked tirelessly. Yet Tucker shone brightest, his bounding runs keeping Spurs permanently on edge. Tommy Harmer, meanwhile, looked every inch a star in the making.