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I know this one's been done before, but not for some time, during which a whole host of new members have joined, with a whole host of stories to tell. So here's mine.
Division 1: Chelsea 2-2 Man City August 21th 1971.
Attendance: 38,425
Chelsea: Philips. Dempsey, Harris, Webb. Boyle, McCreadie, Cooke. Hollins, Weller, Baldwin, Osgood
Goals: Weller, Baldwin
Man City: Corrigan, Book, Connor, Doyle, Booth, Oakes, Young, Heslop, Davies, Lee, Mellor
Goals. Lee (2) Including a Frannie Lee trademark dodgy penalty.
I'd been calling myself a Chelsea fan since 1967, before the FA Cup Final against you know who, but prior to the Man City game, my experience of live football had been confined to non-league and schoolboy internationals at Wembley. I'd even got a friend from school to buy me programmes but had never actually made it. Then in August, my uncle, who as it happens lived in Hayes, next door to the Wilkins', asked if I'd like to go along to the Bridge. Needless to say I jumped at the opportunity. Sitting in the benches, I was overwhelmed by the sights and sounds. Gutted that we didn't hang on to the lead, but enthralled by the sights and sounds, particularly from the Shed, to my not so distant right/. Next home game against Coventry (unfortunately I couldn't make it to the midweek game against West Brom), I went on my own, and headed straight for the Shed. From then it wasn't too long (never one to do things the traditional way, before I teamed up with some of my mates, local Chelsea fans, and was a regular at the Bridge.
The next season I started going away. Apart from the London derbies, my first out of London away was at Norwich, and to this day I remember the thrill of coming out after the game, being confronted with a mob of Norwich (not so many old bill around in those days) and my mates telling me "don't run, don't run!, and feeling proud of standing my ground. The following season was my first full season going home and away, barely missing a match, and from then on I was a regular, home and away, until the late '80s when I moved away from London.
So that (with a major digression or two along the way) is the story of my first match at the Bridge. And here are the highlights:
Division 1: Chelsea 2-2 Man City August 21th 1971.
Attendance: 38,425
Chelsea: Philips. Dempsey, Harris, Webb. Boyle, McCreadie, Cooke. Hollins, Weller, Baldwin, Osgood
Goals: Weller, Baldwin
Man City: Corrigan, Book, Connor, Doyle, Booth, Oakes, Young, Heslop, Davies, Lee, Mellor
Goals. Lee (2) Including a Frannie Lee trademark dodgy penalty.
I'd been calling myself a Chelsea fan since 1967, before the FA Cup Final against you know who, but prior to the Man City game, my experience of live football had been confined to non-league and schoolboy internationals at Wembley. I'd even got a friend from school to buy me programmes but had never actually made it. Then in August, my uncle, who as it happens lived in Hayes, next door to the Wilkins', asked if I'd like to go along to the Bridge. Needless to say I jumped at the opportunity. Sitting in the benches, I was overwhelmed by the sights and sounds. Gutted that we didn't hang on to the lead, but enthralled by the sights and sounds, particularly from the Shed, to my not so distant right/. Next home game against Coventry (unfortunately I couldn't make it to the midweek game against West Brom), I went on my own, and headed straight for the Shed. From then it wasn't too long (never one to do things the traditional way, before I teamed up with some of my mates, local Chelsea fans, and was a regular at the Bridge.
The next season I started going away. Apart from the London derbies, my first out of London away was at Norwich, and to this day I remember the thrill of coming out after the game, being confronted with a mob of Norwich (not so many old bill around in those days) and my mates telling me "don't run, don't run!, and feeling proud of standing my ground. The following season was my first full season going home and away, barely missing a match, and from then on I was a regular, home and away, until the late '80s when I moved away from London.
So that (with a major digression or two along the way) is the story of my first match at the Bridge. And here are the highlights:
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