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I’ll give you two intros here:
My first match was QPR away in 1987-1988 season, a friend from work took me after I told him I was unhappy due to unknown health problems causing me stop playing sports. We lost 3-1 yet I was fascinated by the atmosphere. There was a pitch invasion at the end cleared by police horses. I didn’t go the rest of the season I think that was because my first serious relationship started.
The next season Chelsea were down in the old Second Division and I started going to a few more though just home matches. I had moved jobs only to find another Chelsea fan who suggested we could go away to Oxford.
I agreed and then he asked if I could drive. I agreed. Come the day I was eating breakfast and my brother was at a lose end. When I told him I was going to Chelsea he asked if he could come so I agreed. On going to pick up my friends I discovered to my annoyance my work friend’s mates lived thirty minutes drive in the opposite direction.
So we got to Oxford later than I had intended, also due to slow traffic in Oxford. We parked up and went to the away end with a huge queue that wasn’t moving. I suggested we go to the home end and try our luck. All was going well until the police pulled up my brother and ask him who Oxford’s goalkeeper was. He didn’t know.
We went back to the away end and there was still a huge queue. My friends were saying we should just give up and go home. I was not impressed and let them know that in no uncertain terms. I then noticed a small group of fans standing near a smaller gate a short distance away. As I walked towards it the others slowly followed. I heard this group of about ten fans talking about charging the gate as there were some police there. I looked round to my friends and excitedly beckoned them over. A cheer went up and they surged forwards and we joined them and got in to our amazement. The police just got out of the way.
Once in we discovered the delay, the place was packed and I was in front so had to push through the crowd but even then it was difficult to stand together. There were even people on the roof of the stadium and on the roofs of people’s houses and a police helicopter was overhead. As the pre-match singing started it became clear a number of Chelsea had got in at the home end as a separation was clearly happening in the crowd. A couple of minutes later the match started.
Within a few minutes it seemed we had a corner and the Chelsea fans in the home end were cheering Kerry Dixon, which prompted the home fans to chant, “Kerry Dixon’s a wxxnker, a wxxnker.”
The corner is taken and up jumps Kerry at the near post and 0-1.
“There’s only one Kerry Dixon, one Kerry Dixon.”
We sung back loudly and with glee!
After that, the match was end to end with a cracking atmosphere and I can’t remember the scorers yet Chelsea won 3-2.
Back at home I asked my brother what he thought,
“That was fxxking brilliant, when’s the next one?”
Back at work now in a different office, I worked as a cashier in a High Street Bank. A big guy comes up,
“I saw you at the weekend,” He says in a knowing manner.
I didn’t recall seeing him.
“Where was that?” I asked.
“Oxford, you pushed right passed me!”
My first match was QPR away in 1987-1988 season, a friend from work took me after I told him I was unhappy due to unknown health problems causing me stop playing sports. We lost 3-1 yet I was fascinated by the atmosphere. There was a pitch invasion at the end cleared by police horses. I didn’t go the rest of the season I think that was because my first serious relationship started.
The next season Chelsea were down in the old Second Division and I started going to a few more though just home matches. I had moved jobs only to find another Chelsea fan who suggested we could go away to Oxford.
I agreed and then he asked if I could drive. I agreed. Come the day I was eating breakfast and my brother was at a lose end. When I told him I was going to Chelsea he asked if he could come so I agreed. On going to pick up my friends I discovered to my annoyance my work friend’s mates lived thirty minutes drive in the opposite direction.
So we got to Oxford later than I had intended, also due to slow traffic in Oxford. We parked up and went to the away end with a huge queue that wasn’t moving. I suggested we go to the home end and try our luck. All was going well until the police pulled up my brother and ask him who Oxford’s goalkeeper was. He didn’t know.
We went back to the away end and there was still a huge queue. My friends were saying we should just give up and go home. I was not impressed and let them know that in no uncertain terms. I then noticed a small group of fans standing near a smaller gate a short distance away. As I walked towards it the others slowly followed. I heard this group of about ten fans talking about charging the gate as there were some police there. I looked round to my friends and excitedly beckoned them over. A cheer went up and they surged forwards and we joined them and got in to our amazement. The police just got out of the way.
Once in we discovered the delay, the place was packed and I was in front so had to push through the crowd but even then it was difficult to stand together. There were even people on the roof of the stadium and on the roofs of people’s houses and a police helicopter was overhead. As the pre-match singing started it became clear a number of Chelsea had got in at the home end as a separation was clearly happening in the crowd. A couple of minutes later the match started.
Within a few minutes it seemed we had a corner and the Chelsea fans in the home end were cheering Kerry Dixon, which prompted the home fans to chant, “Kerry Dixon’s a wxxnker, a wxxnker.”
The corner is taken and up jumps Kerry at the near post and 0-1.
“There’s only one Kerry Dixon, one Kerry Dixon.”
We sung back loudly and with glee!
After that, the match was end to end with a cracking atmosphere and I can’t remember the scorers yet Chelsea won 3-2.
Back at home I asked my brother what he thought,
“That was fxxking brilliant, when’s the next one?”
Back at work now in a different office, I worked as a cashier in a High Street Bank. A big guy comes up,
“I saw you at the weekend,” He says in a knowing manner.
I didn’t recall seeing him.
“Where was that?” I asked.
“Oxford, you pushed right passed me!”
Great away trip that one, one of several we all did, Sheff Weds in the league cup, Arsenal away the Johnny B goal, Coventry away on a bank holiday just the two of us on the train. Zenith Cup final. Those were the day my friend !! Apologies for the extra half hour car trip was well worth it though ha ha!!! Altogether now...Steve Mcmahon is a homosexual...