What a day that was. I was stood with 'Kojak' and 'China' who was from Bristol. Me and China made our way over from Paddington on the tube and saw a few Chelsea coming away from the ground back into the tube station as we got there, which was not re-assuring. We made our way up to the Den and got in the ground just before kick off. We saw Kojak and he told us of all the trouble that had kicked off earlier. We were right next to the fence that seperated the CBL from the side enclosure. There were a few of the Millwall lads stood around us. Fotunately some of them also use to go over to Chelsea as well at the time and they knew Kojak. They were chatting to the three of us and obviously knew we were Chelsea. Each time Millwall scored they went mental and the three of us just stood there in silence. To be fair, the Millwall mob we were standing with were ok. They could have kicked the sh*t out of the 3 of us at any moment but didn't. Must admit as time went on I was feeling more and more vulnerable. Just before the final whistle me and China said our goodbye to Kojak and took our chances in the street. Getting back to the tube was a heads down, keep your mouth shut, hope for the best situation. We were making our way back to the tube and I just felt that me and China stuck out like a bulldogs boll*cks. There were lots of Millwall about looking to pick off any Chelsea. Then China said "O f*ck. Some of them know me". He had spotted a couple of Millwall further up the road he knew who also went over to the Bridge. We couldn't turn back at that point so just walked through with the crowd, fortunately undetected. We made it to the tube and I have to admit have never been so relieved to hear the sound of the doors shutting on a tube train. The next home game in the Black Bull Eccles told us of his 'adventures' that day. China had been going to Chelsea since the late sixties and knew Eccles and Greenaway quite well. Happy days, great memories.i stood in the CBL that day and near the end of the game a few Chelsea went and stood with their Millwall mates, mind you we were only the second team to go in there.
I think that's the typical experience of most who went that day. I went to their cup quarter final a year or so later and got talking to a few of their older blokes in the Ilderton Road End after they'd given Ipswich a bashing and they admitted Chelsea had earned a lot of respect that day unlike Spurs who the year after took a massive mob but did their typical show pony trick of meeting up en-masse at London Bridge and got escorted all the way into the away end. Unless we play Millwall I think there's generally a mutal respect between us, living over here they're a club who I always look to see how they've got on and even when Chelsea are on the box in the pubs most of them are supporting us.What a day that was. I was stood with 'Kojak' and 'China' who was from Bristol. Me and China made our way over from Paddington on the tube and saw a few Chelsea coming away from the ground back into the tube station as we got there, which was not re-assuring. We made our way up to the Den and got in the ground just before kick off. We saw Kojak and he told us of all the trouble that had kicked off earlier. We were right next to the fence that seperated the CBL from the side enclosure. There were a few of the Millwall lads stood around us. Fotunately some of them also use to go over to Chelsea as well at the time and they knew Kojak. They were chatting to the three of us and obviously knew we were Chelsea. Each time Millwall scored they went mental and the three of us just stood there in silence. To be fair, the Millwall mob we were standing with were ok. They could have kicked the sh*t out of the 3 of us at any moment but didn't. Must admit as time went on I was feeling more and more vulnerable. Just before the final whistle me and China said our goodbye to Kojak and took our chances in the street. Getting back to the tube was a heads down, keep your mouth shut, hope for the best situation. We were making our way back to the tube and I just felt that me and China stuck out like a bulldogs boll*cks. There were lots of Millwall about looking to pick off any Chelsea. Then China said "O f*ck. Some of them know me". He had spotted a couple of Millwall further up the road he knew who also went over to the Bridge. We couldn't turn back at that point so just walked through with the crowd, fortunately undetected. We made it to the tube and I have to admit have never been so relieved to hear the sound of the doors shutting on a tube train. The next home game in the Black Bull Eccles told us of his 'adventures' that day. China had been going to Chelsea since the late sixties and knew Eccles and Greenaway quite well. Happy days, great memories.
So did the poor blokes who came out of the CBL across the pitch into the Ilderton, Millwall soon followed and so did half of their mob from the side terrace. I got in at about 1.30 stood on the side watched the whole thing and kept my trap shut.i went with some blokes who thought that Millwall would be a walkover as Chelsea would overwhelm them with their numbers, i had to laugh when we got near the ground their eyes were nearly popping out their heads and mouths wide open, they went in the ilderton and the rest of us in the CBL.they got annilated.
Very similar story to mine. Small mob of us stayed in the corner of the CBL, but our numbers were falling fast as people were arrested or sneaked out. Eventually I got out of the ground, got chased all over the place, then jumped on the first bus that came along and ended up at the Elephant.I was there in the CBL, but got turfed out by the Old Bill. In retrospect I think our biggest mistake was getting there too early, or maybe not. Difficult to say after all this time.
Outside we got chased all over the place but eventually made it to the Ilderton Road end. Not that I managed to get in. I later heard that the Ilderton was worse than the CBL because so many of the Millwall in that end were tooled up. Even during the game, it was bad enough outside with little mobs of Millwall looking for stray Chelsea fans, and finding myself pretty much stranded, I decided to shoot off out of it.
You're right in that Chelsea fans were feared from that game onwards, you could almost smell the fear of opposition mobs when we visited their groundsyes, but after that game Chelsea never looked back, there was nothing to fear. And only a year and a bit after the debacle at spurs