My dad and I arrived in London after catching the train from Peterborough to King’s Cross. Then we got the tube to Seven Sisters before a 20-minute walk down Tottenham High Road. On our way we decided to take in the atmosphere, stopping off in The Blue Bar. Fellow Spurs fans were inside, drinking in the occasion while listening to Chas & Dave tunes (yes, they really do listen to the Tottenham-loving duo round these parts). Then we grabbed a chicken burger and chips at local takeaway Sam’s.

Eventually we arrived at the staggering Tottenham Hotspur Stadium and the place was buzzing. Some Leipzig fans stood in the middle of the road holding a flag, singing and jumping in a group. It was clear that they were going to make a lot of noise inside the ground; German fans always do.

In the stadium, just 15 minutes before kick-off, the club put on a stunning light show, alongside a video montage of Spurs’ heroics in the Champions League last season, sending goose bumps down my body. Then the players were welcomed with a thunderous cheer as the Champions League tune bellowed out of the speakers; 17,000 fans in the single-tier south stand burst into a chorus of “When the Spurs go marching in”. Then, 30 minutes into the game, one of my favourite chants of the night began: the south stand started singing “We’re the Park Lane” before the east stand sang “We’re the Shelf Side”, bringing back memories of White Hart Lane.

Throughout the match, the Leipzig fans were in fantastic voice too, singing, jumping and waving flags around. And their side delivered in the 58th minute, with Timo Werner’s penalty. Spurs fans tried to get behind the team with “We are Tottenham” as the team regrouped; Giovani Lo Celso went the closest to equalising as his free-kick was pushed onto the post.

At the final whistle, walking down Tottenham High Road, you could feel the frustration. But I heard a Spurs fans say, “It’s only 1-0 at half-time,” then I remembered the miracle of Amsterdam. Hope springs eternal.