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  1. That was The North Stand in the North Bank, and we got a result, mainly because most of the Mile End were in the South Bank having a go at the Shed. We went back in again in 1972 & 73 but got hammered as the Mile End were waiting for us, and there was never more than 40/50 of us.
  2. This is the 2nd rough cut of a video I'm putting together to celebrate 50 years of the Shed. It will when finished feature a monologue by Cliff Webb.
  3. Done a few Colourised B&W photos recently, so thought I'd share them on here, so here's the first one, Fulham Broadway the 1970 replay ticket queue
  4. Talking about which era was best, I'd say the mid '60's to mid '70's was the best, as we got away with far more, due to lack of camera's and the Filth weren't clued up, plis fines were £5 to £10. wrote this a while ago, about the first classic post war terrace battle . . . The White Heart Lane Massacre 1967 About 50 of North End Road Boys met up at Liverpool Street Station, From there we went by BR and arrived just before 11 O'clock, walking round the corner onto the High Street, we found it deserted so we crossed the road, and went into what is now Valentino's. A lot of us were wearing Tottenham scarves, so we didn't get stopped by the police. In the pub the landlord took us as Spurs fans and served us, then around 11:30, the real Spurs turned up, and we took the scarves off and chanted “Chelsea”, and steamed in; they never knew what hit them. Over the bar, grabbing the optics, they went flying through the windows, tables and chairs were smashed, then the sound of Police cars, so we scampered up the High Street toward Edmonton. Those of us that made it around 20, went into a café, and had dinner. Then around 1:30 we strolled down the High Street, now packed with people, we met up with some of those that were in the pub with us, and went in the ground. Once inside we straight away realised we'd got in before the main y*d firm, so we kicked off with those standing on the terrace near the entrance gate behind the goal. Clearing it we waited for the inevitable and it came from behind as the y*ds came onto the terrace from an entrance gate further down. They charged, we stood, and it went toe to toe. More Chelsea arrived to swell our numbers, and we forced the y*ds back towards the other entrance gate. A few of our number were attacking those that tried to come through the gate we were at. One of our number had a wooden mallet, and was knocking y*d's out right left and centre. Then the police arrived, and formed a line between the us and the y*d's and started throwing people out, but moments latter they'd reappeared after paying to get back in again. DA reappeared Five times, I myself three times. The fighting continued as more of the Shed arrived to swell our numbers. But the y*d's were also increasing their numbers, and the fighting continued as the teams came out. Then a breakthrough. The y*d's who were down by the pitch wall, were getting battered, and started to climb over the low wall, and onto the pitch. Some of us followed them and the fight continued on the grass behind the goal. Then a few of the y*d's ran, and it lead to a Sheep like stamped. We stood there cheering, but were charged by a group of Filth, so jumped back over the wall, and took a large group of y*d's from the rear, who were fighting the Shed. Taken by surprise they started to run. I then noticed that we had cleared the Park Lane End, and it was totally under Chelsea control. We then saw that the ref had taken the players off the pitch, and it was 3:20, when things stared to calm down. But small pockets of y*ds, kept being found and dealt with. It was the first time in Post War football history that a kick off was delayed for so long. And when y*d's were seen to be massing on the Shelf we charged them, and the fighting carried on till half time. By now the Filth had grown in number as reserves must have been called up. And they formed a number of human barriers; although fighting erupted a few times more as the Shed cleared the Shelf. The Park Lane Terrace and Shelf were firmly in Chelsea hands and stayed that way for the rest of the game. With the game over, we left the ground en mass, and saw a huge mass of y*d's waiting on the High Street. Holding everyone back, till we were all in the street, DA shouted charge. There must have been around 5,000 of us, and we went through the police lines like a knife through butter. Steaming into the waiting y*d's our momentum forced them back across the road, then they started to run. As a footnote, the Evening Standard ran a back page story about the riot, and had a photo taken of the fighting from the pitch. And there in the middle was one of the North End Road Boys, in a Stripped T-Shirt, and some old biddy wrote in saying he was the one with the mallet. A few days latter he was arrested and got 6 months.
  5. Millwall August 1976, there were three Chelsea firms that went in the CBL that day. we got there before kick off; “E” knickname) from the Shed was with us, we walked along the road outside the CBL, then a Rag & Bone horse and cart slowly walked by, with a tarpaulin over the cart. I noticed it was moving and stopped everyone, then the tarpaulin was pulled back and (I won’t mention names, but they were six of Wall’s top faces), jumped off shouting “E you’re a dead man”, they were all carrying ice picks, and I looked at “E” and told him to run; he stood, but I knew that if he didn’t run he’d be killed or very badly injured. I shouted “Run!” again, and this time he did. To me when faced with 6 guys all tooled up with Ice picks, and we didn’t carry weapons, there is no shame in legging it. Then Wall boys gave chase, and we went into the CBL, my firm (The North Stand) got in and just stood there, knowing we were going to get battered. “A” and me decided to take the bull by the horns, so I shouted “We’re The North Stand”, and the rest joined in. We charged, and Wall taken by surprise backed off a bit, but then those at the back steamed down and it went of like crazy. As the teams came out “B” (nickname) lead the Shed in, at this point we were about in the middle of the CBL, and surrounded, but it quietened down a bit for us, as Wall seeing the Shed, turned to attack them. The fight was no-stop, and after about 20 minutes, the Shed had been battered and melted, so Wall once again turned their attention to us; the fight was on and off all through the game, and at the end there were just a dozen of us left, in the far corner. I can say without doubt that that was (apart from every season in the Lezers, and even 10,000 Rangers couldn’t take that end), the worst beating we ever took. After the game we managed to get out of the ground, and walk hobbling back to the station, when we met “B” “T”, & “G” form Wall, and most of their firm, and the 6 of us North Stand thought “we’re f**ked”, but luck was in for us that day, and they took us to a boozer, where they piled it on thick that they had battered us. I must add that this only happened because we knew them well, and ran with them, on many occasions, including the Everton Cup game, and they came up to Everton with us, for the away Chelsea game.
  6. I first met Lord Attenborough, at the Blue Boar Service Station on the M1 Motorway. Having driven from Nottingham after a game at Forest, the Mini (which was sluggish on the way down) refused to start. I was standing there with my best mate Angus looking at the engine, when a voice from behind said, in an immaculate English accent "Good Grief what do you have there?" "a 1300cc with a Root's Supercharger" I replied, turning to see who was so interested in the engine. You could have knocked me down with a feather, for standing there was (the then) Sir Richard Attenborough. After a short chat about it breaking down he pointed out the Supercharger belt was worn and loose, and was probably the cause. I told him the station mechanics couldn't fix it till Monday so we're gonna thumb a ride back to London. "Oh no need for that, I'll give you a lift." "Cheers" said Angus, where's your Jam Jar?" Sir Richard chuckled and said over there, pointing to a Rolls Royce Silver Shadow. My bottom jaw dropped, "You having a laugh; You're Sir Richard Attenborough ain't yeah?" A broad grim crossed his face, as he said "Yes, but we're all Chelsea supporters here, so let's be getting you home". So climbing into the back seat, I noticed his wife Shelia Sim sitting on the front seat. The Roller pulls out of the Black Boar, and onto the main drag of the M1, and we start chatting "Good result tonight" said Sir Richard, "Yeah!" I replied. "Two victories in one night is always nice." said Sir Richard. "Oh what was the other victory?" asks Angus. "You two winning that fight!" came the shocked reply. "You saw that!" said Angus in amazement; then why are you giving us a lift?" he replies. "Because we're all Chelsea!" came the reply. I met Lord Attenborough a few times again, and he always remembered that night, and at the 100 year bash, he called me over, and related the story of that night to the half dozen people he was talking to. Lord Richard Attenborough, a wonderful, wonderful man, and a True Blue! R.I.P.
  7. "Have you ever seen Chelsea Win The League" was a famous chant from away supporters in days gone by, as they sort to belittle Chelsea supporters, I often got strange looks as I would shout back "Yes I Have!" all because of a life changing Birthday present. Most Birthday presents are quite forgettable, every now and then one comes along that you remember for years, few if any are life changing. I was lucky enough to have one of the latter. I remember my Dad saying we're going to Chelsea for your Birthday present. But living at that time in Britannia Road, I felt quite under whelmed, cheated even, I was looking forward to something I could play with, I was after all 5 years old. So on the 10th of November 1951; my Old Man and me walked down Britannia Road , and across the Fulham Road , and walked up to the main entrance opposite the "Rising Sun" pub. I can remember slowly walking up walking up the huge stairs outside the Shed, and thinking "I wish I was at home playing with a normal present. Then on reaching top, I remember looking out across the huge amphitheatre in ore , I'd never seen anything like it, even the 1951 Festival of Britain on the South Bank a few months earlier, didn't have the effect that that moment had on me; it seemed so huge for a 5 year old. Funny thing is that’s all I can remember of my first game, apart from the fact I took to the team in Blue straight away. and we won Four to Two. against Manchester United. The thing is that in those days Stamford Bridge was like Highbury and the Emirates are today, a f**king Library; it was silent, until a goal was scored, then everyone started clapping. It wasn’t until a few years latter that Ted Blake wrote in the program that the fans must make more noise. It worked for after 1955 Stamford Bridge came alive with noise. My most memorable game was as a child was when I was Eight; Sheffield Wednesday at the Bridge in April 1955. I was standing near the corner flag, where the West Stand meets the Shed. (in those days it was the West Terrace.) We won 3-0, and at the final whistle a few people started to leap the small wall and ran onto the pitch. Thinking we had won the league I took one look at my old man, who was soaking up the atmosphere, and climbed over the wall and followed the crowd. The next thing I heard was “Come Here”, I looked round and saw the 6 foot 3 inch “Giant running after me, and took to my heels. Pushing my way through the crowd I got to the front, and saw the old wooden East Stand, just as the crowd fell into a deadly silence. An old man (who I now know was Old Man Mears) was standing with his hands up signalling for silence. Then after a short wait, that seemed like hours at the time. He said something on a big old-fashioned microphone, I never heard what because everyone went berserk jumping up and down, and shouting there heads off. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked around, it was my dad, who now had a beaming smile on his face, “Manchester United have lost,” he said, then he shouted at the top of his voice…”We’ve Won The League!” I retold this story on the Chelsea Chat site back in the 1990's and no one believed it, but then someone (I can't remember who), posted a film clip from Pathe Newsreel, and said "There's a small boy running across the pitch, in the same place you said you ran, have a look" And to my amazement there I was! Then in the Match Day program for the Fulham game in 2005, there was a full page photo, from that day. And to my surprise there I was right in the front. I'm now in my 65th Season at Chelsea and it's taken me from Stanford Bridge to most Cities in England, and all the Cities that we've played in, across Europe. Chelsea became an obsession, they were my Tribe, and I still drink with friends I made back in 1966 at the League Cup final at Leicester City. I even got to know the team back then as we played AC Milan in 1965, I went to the re-play, and as there were only around 40 supporters flying to Italy for it, we flew on the same plane as the team, and stayed in the same hotel. Sometime that never happens today. We won 2-1 at home, and on aggregate that meant a draw, hence the play-off. We drew 1-1, and had to sit on razor blades as they tossed a coin to see who went through. That was nerve racking, but we won the toss, and went through. I always thought that was an unfair way to decide a game, and found out just how unfair when 3 years latter we drew with DWS Amsterdam at home; and lost the toss, and went out. But we made up for that in 1971, for after winning the FA Cup for the first time in our history (only the second Cup we'd ever won) we went to Athens and won the European Cup Winners Cup, and I was there for both games; but that's another story.
  8. and if you click on the free app, underneath the cover, you can read it on a table, mobile, or PC as well as Kindle.
  9. We had arranged with Bomber & Tiny come with us, as West Ham were gonna be with The Charlton, but they didn't show at the station, so we went in and cleared the end, then Wall turned up, and we all started celebrating. But the Shed down the other end must have thought we were being attacked by West Ham, as they came across the pitch, and steamed into Wall, we tried to stop them, but it was too late. The Fog of War had reared it's head. It weren't Wall's fault, or the Shed's, as they weren't to know we'd invited Wall to come with us.
  10. At any other ground I'd agree with you, but this was the Kop, and to this day it pisses them of just reminding them of that day.:-)
  11. On the week before the game we went around the Shed telling people to go to Liverpool, then on the train, we told all the Shed we were going in the away end. Outside we told them to keep quite, as there might be some Everton in there, but a few of them sussed we were going into the Kop. We got in on the left side as you look out to the pitch, we started singing "We're The North Stand" and steamed in, the fighting last three or four minutes, and they came from all side, but as there were around 500 of us, they couldn't move us. Then the Scouse al pulled back and started clapping, and to this day I don't know whether it was because they couldn't move us, or because the filth were moving in, in numbers. They put a cordon around us, and there we stayed for the whole game. in my book that's taking their end!
  12. Always up for the y*ds, I might be 70 this year but I'll turn out when I'm 90 for those bar stewards :-)
  13. A colourised B&W photo from an Athens newspaper in May 1971
  14. There were only two subs per game, not two from five. The Wednesday game was Paddy & Tommy, then on the Friday it was Paddy & Derek.