And we’re off! Boooo!! With the second game under our belt, it feels like the season really is underway. So it’s welcome back to Saturday afternoons following Chelsea through sun or rain – or even just in front of the pc or telly. Welcome back to the sea of blue along the Fulham Road. Welcome back to the excitement. To the emotion. To the ardent fans. And to a small…
As a Chelsea fan, how happy are you? I ask this now because, after the hugely-awaited Champions League game against Manchester Utd, I’m not happy. The world’s most rubbish pre-match meal, combined with an extortionately priced vodka and lemonade, a log-jam at the turnstiles causing me not only to not get to the loo beforehand but to miss the first five minutes of the match and a hugely disappointing result…
So by now you’ve seen the image of the banners hung outside Cobham this morning, allegedly placed by a disgruntled Chelsea supporter. Yet I’m sat here thinking there’s more to this than meets the eye. Why was the banner a day late? If the supporter in question was fed up with the Wolves result, why didn’t they place it the morning after the match? Ok they could have been late…
I sometimes think that we football fans are mad. We have to be, to keep the faith. For supporters of yore, reaching a cup final necessitated an overnight camp outside the ticket office, or in our case portacabin. These days for a big game it can mean being up at dawn for frustrating internet experience, with seven windows open at once. And then there’s the superstitious element that seems to…