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I'd love to have been able to use my first London away or out of the smoke trip but seeing as both of those ended in 3-0 defeats, Spuds and Ipswich if you're interested, I'll stick to what was my first sight of seeing Chelsea win something, promotion.
The previous Saturday had seen us beat Sheffield Utd 4-0 to leave us one point short of promotion, something Wolves achieved that day with a draw at Plymouth, this left the Molineux game as the title decider. One snag, we were banned from away games at the time, this was our first, but not last, ban on awaydays. Luckily for the rest of us some entrepeneur types had travelled to the Black Country and purchased wads of tickets for the South Bank and were selling them outside the ground for 80p, before you laugh at the cost please bear in mind that the face value of these precious pieces of paper was 40p so not a bad mark up.
And so to Euston on the morning of the game, where there were so many Chelsea supporters milling about that BR were forced to lay on a special train, maybe two, to take us to a city we were barred from visiting on the day.
By the time we got into the ground it looked like just another away game, thousands of Chelsea in the South Bank making a hell of a noise. As to the game the old memory valves are clogging up a bit now and I can't remember much beyond the fact that Tommy Langley scored early for us and John Richards equalised late for them, thousands celebrating on the pitch at the end that somehow turned into a mass punch up, then we went home.
At that time we didn't know that that was as good as it was gonna be for the next 6-7 years. Eddie Mcreadie had led a team of very good young players, mixed with a sprinkle of seasoned pros, Bonetti, Harris and Cooke, to promotion at a canter and we all dreamed of seeing this team establishing us as a force again, enter Brian Mears and his total lack of auto trading nous and we were relegated again two years later, hey ho. Up the Blues.
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Great away days of the past
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Posted 27 March 2010 - 12:36 PM
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I remember posting about this game some time ago, what a day out!
A Chelsea win meant we'd be promoted as champions, a draw meant Wolves went up as champions with us also promoted, a defeat meant we'd have to get the point(s) from the last two games of the season, away at Leicester and home to Hull.
Early on the morning of the match, about 20/25 of us crammed into a Ford Transit in Southfields and drove towards Wolverhampton. We stopped at a service station on the way, and as luck would have it we parked up next to a coachload of Tottenham lads who were on their way to Maine Road, I think. Naturally enough, it kicked off straight away, and only ended with the y*ds piling back on their coach and screaming at the driver to put his foot down. They outnumbered us by about 3 to 1, but that's the y*ds for ya.
Anyway, back to the football. We arrived in Wolverhampton and got parked up, then walked through the infamous underpass. Chelsea & Wolves were everywhere, so we just got steamed in and we ran them off. A couple of our lot got nicked for that little dust up, but the rest of us managed to get to Molineux without further incident. I can't remember if we bought the tickets in London or at the match now, well, we'd been drinking right through from Friday night and all morning up the motorway - when we opened the back of the transit in Wolverhampton, you could have heard the noise of empty cans falling on the road about half a mile away - so my memory has quite a few blanks in it.
Though we were banned, there were thousands of Chelsea in the South Bank, brilliant mob that day! There was a Wolves mob in there too, but they were seperated from us by loads of old bill. There was no trouble in the ground during the first half, Tommy Langley put us in the lead and we were happy as pigs in sh*t. Half-time came, and the tactics of the West Midlands Police came asunder, somewhat. They'd kept the fans apart expertly during the game, but totally forgot that there was a large bar under the terracing which had access for both sets of fans. I think you can guess what happened during our half-time drinkies, total mayhem, so many fans getting stuck into each other that the police couldn't get into the bar to stop it.
Second half, and John Richards equalised for Wolves. The atmosphere in the ground was awesome, especially for a Division Two fixture, and eventually the game ended 1-1. Wolves fans charged onto the pitch from the North Bank to celebrate while we did the same from the opposite end of the ground. We were all happy as f*ck to both be getting promoted, and I remember shaking hands with quite a few Wolves lads, everything was very friendly. And then the police intervened, used excess force to seperate the fans which resulted in both mobs turning on the old bill, and then on each other. There was absolutely no need for it, we were all getting on great!
Outside the ground, I realised I'd lost most of the lads I'd travelled up with, but somehow managed to cadge a lift on a coach full of Chelsea nutters. We got about half a mile down the road and got stuck in a traffic jam, when about 20 local lads came out of a snooker hall armed with cues and started giving it large. Well, we couldn't have that, could we? The driver wouldn't open the front door, so we opened the emergency exit at the back and piled out into the stroppy locals and chased them up the street.
Back on the motorway later, a bottle of champagne was opened and done the rounds, first time I'd ever drunk the stuff. I was dropped off somewhere in West London, and somehow made my way back home - can't remember how though, another of those blanks I'm afraid.
One of my favourite days out as a Chelsea fan, everyone had a really great time, with the possible exception of the y*ds at the service station - which of course makes the day even better!
A Chelsea win meant we'd be promoted as champions, a draw meant Wolves went up as champions with us also promoted, a defeat meant we'd have to get the point(s) from the last two games of the season, away at Leicester and home to Hull.
Early on the morning of the match, about 20/25 of us crammed into a Ford Transit in Southfields and drove towards Wolverhampton. We stopped at a service station on the way, and as luck would have it we parked up next to a coachload of Tottenham lads who were on their way to Maine Road, I think. Naturally enough, it kicked off straight away, and only ended with the y*ds piling back on their coach and screaming at the driver to put his foot down. They outnumbered us by about 3 to 1, but that's the y*ds for ya.
Anyway, back to the football. We arrived in Wolverhampton and got parked up, then walked through the infamous underpass. Chelsea & Wolves were everywhere, so we just got steamed in and we ran them off. A couple of our lot got nicked for that little dust up, but the rest of us managed to get to Molineux without further incident. I can't remember if we bought the tickets in London or at the match now, well, we'd been drinking right through from Friday night and all morning up the motorway - when we opened the back of the transit in Wolverhampton, you could have heard the noise of empty cans falling on the road about half a mile away - so my memory has quite a few blanks in it.
Though we were banned, there were thousands of Chelsea in the South Bank, brilliant mob that day! There was a Wolves mob in there too, but they were seperated from us by loads of old bill. There was no trouble in the ground during the first half, Tommy Langley put us in the lead and we were happy as pigs in sh*t. Half-time came, and the tactics of the West Midlands Police came asunder, somewhat. They'd kept the fans apart expertly during the game, but totally forgot that there was a large bar under the terracing which had access for both sets of fans. I think you can guess what happened during our half-time drinkies, total mayhem, so many fans getting stuck into each other that the police couldn't get into the bar to stop it.
Second half, and John Richards equalised for Wolves. The atmosphere in the ground was awesome, especially for a Division Two fixture, and eventually the game ended 1-1. Wolves fans charged onto the pitch from the North Bank to celebrate while we did the same from the opposite end of the ground. We were all happy as f*ck to both be getting promoted, and I remember shaking hands with quite a few Wolves lads, everything was very friendly. And then the police intervened, used excess force to seperate the fans which resulted in both mobs turning on the old bill, and then on each other. There was absolutely no need for it, we were all getting on great!
Outside the ground, I realised I'd lost most of the lads I'd travelled up with, but somehow managed to cadge a lift on a coach full of Chelsea nutters. We got about half a mile down the road and got stuck in a traffic jam, when about 20 local lads came out of a snooker hall armed with cues and started giving it large. Well, we couldn't have that, could we? The driver wouldn't open the front door, so we opened the emergency exit at the back and piled out into the stroppy locals and chased them up the street.
Back on the motorway later, a bottle of champagne was opened and done the rounds, first time I'd ever drunk the stuff. I was dropped off somewhere in West London, and somehow made my way back home - can't remember how though, another of those blanks I'm afraid.
One of my favourite days out as a Chelsea fan, everyone had a really great time, with the possible exception of the y*ds at the service station - which of course makes the day even better!
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Posted 30 March 2010 - 04:59 PM
You need to write a book about those days, BB. Maybe you can track down Lofty, and come up with a large edition that we would all read with great interest.
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Posted 22 April 2010 - 10:31 PM
Here's hoping that the match at Anfield in two weeks time will be one of Chelsea's greatest away days ever.
I sure hope so!
I sure hope so!
Edited by Phillip, 22 April 2010 - 10:31 PM.
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Posted 25 April 2010 - 02:34 AM
Great read lads, thanks very much for sharing. 77, eh? That's the year I was born, you old feckers!
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ironically, I live up west mids now and plenty wolves contacts remember that match, and have deluded themselves a tad - I remember the mayhem in the south bank and after and loads mini-scraps afterwards..............many a medal earned that day
tunnel still there but no longer the somme.............
tunnel still there but no longer the somme.............
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I’d just like to share an Away Day from 42 years ago!
Chelsea v Man United at Old Trafford. 24th August 1968. Man U had won the European Cup just a couple of months earlier and must have fancied themselves at home against Chelsea. My sister, who is three years younger than me, was a massive George Best fan, so by default, a Man U supporter.
Neither of us had been to Old Trafford before, so it promised to be a great day out. The weather was fantastic, an archetypal late summer afternoon - bright sunlight, no wind with just a bit of a chill in the air.
The Old Trafford of the Sixties was somewhat different to the edifice it is today. We sat in the ‘modern’ United Road Stand, facing the much older South Stand. To the right was the Stretford End terracing, to the left the Scoreboard End.
The atmosphere was electric as the players took to the pitch - the tunnel was directly opposite us, not tucked away in the corner as it is now.
Chelsea scored in the first minute. Tommy Baldwin - bang - Chelsea one up. There were four lads from Stratham sitting directly behind us - all five of us went crazy, my sister just sat there in disbelief! Another Baldwin goal, one each from Alan Birchenall and Bobby Tambling were United's undoing!
By half time Chelsea were, I think, 3-0 up. It was like a dream, so surreal - the Man U fans were stunned into silence, they couldn’t believe it (neither could I if truth be known).
The final score was 4-0 to Chelsea; for me it was a performance that was never ever equalled in the old Division One. Even the drubbing handed out to the Villa two years before (6-2 - Tambling scored FIVE that day at Villa Park) was nothing compared to the humbling of United that afternoon! For me, Chelsea’s finest hour.
As much as that afternoon filled me with elation, I shall never forget the feeling of utter despondency, standing in the Shed eight years later with Dave Sullivan, a carpet fitter from Kensal Rise, after the FA Cup defeat to Palace. Utter dejection and disbelief.
I know I’m going to sound like my late dad when I say I miss those days. When local lads like Alan Hudson, Peter Bonetti and Peter Houseman along with the less local Harris brothers, Marvin Hinton, Ossie, plus a smattering of Jocks - Cooke, Boyle, McCreadie et al played for Chelsea they seemed to be more ‘our boys.’
Don’t get me wrong, the fans that sit in the Matthew Harding nowadays must feel the same about Didier, Frank and Ashley, but I’m not a great follower of the ‘modern game.’ All the badge kissing in the World will not convince me that most of them would go to the highest bidder, should the opportunity arise!
BUT, nothing could ever take away that feeling of utter joy of watching Chelsea that Saturday afternoon in the late summer of 1968.
I’d just like to share an Away Day from 42 years ago!
Chelsea v Man United at Old Trafford. 24th August 1968. Man U had won the European Cup just a couple of months earlier and must have fancied themselves at home against Chelsea. My sister, who is three years younger than me, was a massive George Best fan, so by default, a Man U supporter.
Neither of us had been to Old Trafford before, so it promised to be a great day out. The weather was fantastic, an archetypal late summer afternoon - bright sunlight, no wind with just a bit of a chill in the air.
The Old Trafford of the Sixties was somewhat different to the edifice it is today. We sat in the ‘modern’ United Road Stand, facing the much older South Stand. To the right was the Stretford End terracing, to the left the Scoreboard End.
The atmosphere was electric as the players took to the pitch - the tunnel was directly opposite us, not tucked away in the corner as it is now.
Chelsea scored in the first minute. Tommy Baldwin - bang - Chelsea one up. There were four lads from Stratham sitting directly behind us - all five of us went crazy, my sister just sat there in disbelief! Another Baldwin goal, one each from Alan Birchenall and Bobby Tambling were United's undoing!
By half time Chelsea were, I think, 3-0 up. It was like a dream, so surreal - the Man U fans were stunned into silence, they couldn’t believe it (neither could I if truth be known).
The final score was 4-0 to Chelsea; for me it was a performance that was never ever equalled in the old Division One. Even the drubbing handed out to the Villa two years before (6-2 - Tambling scored FIVE that day at Villa Park) was nothing compared to the humbling of United that afternoon! For me, Chelsea’s finest hour.
As much as that afternoon filled me with elation, I shall never forget the feeling of utter despondency, standing in the Shed eight years later with Dave Sullivan, a carpet fitter from Kensal Rise, after the FA Cup defeat to Palace. Utter dejection and disbelief.
I know I’m going to sound like my late dad when I say I miss those days. When local lads like Alan Hudson, Peter Bonetti and Peter Houseman along with the less local Harris brothers, Marvin Hinton, Ossie, plus a smattering of Jocks - Cooke, Boyle, McCreadie et al played for Chelsea they seemed to be more ‘our boys.’
Don’t get me wrong, the fans that sit in the Matthew Harding nowadays must feel the same about Didier, Frank and Ashley, but I’m not a great follower of the ‘modern game.’ All the badge kissing in the World will not convince me that most of them would go to the highest bidder, should the opportunity arise!
BUT, nothing could ever take away that feeling of utter joy of watching Chelsea that Saturday afternoon in the late summer of 1968.
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Great post, ReggieBoy, thoroughly enjoyed that. I didn't start going to away games outside of London until about the 1971/1972 season, but the majority of the players you mentioned were still at the Bridge - great days!
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That was a superb post, great to hear about old matches.
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a good read ! Alan Birchenhall was underated and i would question Hudsons loyalty.
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I'm not sure about Birchenall, he was good on his day but he was never going to replace Ossie, Hutch or Baldwin.
Alan Hudson's loyalty only came into question when Dave Sexton lost it in the early 70's, culminating in Hudson & Ossie being sold - something I've never forgiven Sexton and Mears for and never will. Before that, Hudson was 100% Chelsea, Sexton forced him and Ossie out.
Alan Hudson's loyalty only came into question when Dave Sexton lost it in the early 70's, culminating in Hudson & Ossie being sold - something I've never forgiven Sexton and Mears for and never will. Before that, Hudson was 100% Chelsea, Sexton forced him and Ossie out.
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i think that Sexton thought that they were not pulling their weight in a side that was playing badly and there was no discipline. I think by then the glory days were over, for me the east stand was the final nail in the coffin
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secbastia, on 02 November 2010 - 11:04 PM, said:
i think that Sexton thought that they were not pulling their weight in a side that was playing badly and there was no discipline. I think by then the glory days were over, for me the east stand was the final nail in the coffin
They weren't pulling their weight because they had no respect for Sexton. He sold Charlie Cooke, Paddy Mulligan and Keith Weller, placed Tommy Baldwin & Peter Osgood on the transfer list, stripped Ron Harris of the captaincy, and then wondered why the players didn't respect him.
The signing of Chris Garland helped his cause, and Steve Kember to a lesser degree, but Sexton ripped the heart out of Chelsea simply because he sh*t at man-management. The man was a c*nt.
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thats a bold statement, when he arrived we had not long been beaten by Leeds 7-0 and the Doc had to go ( who won one league cup and sent everyone home when we were doing well oh and sold our two brilliant midfielders)he turned all this round and we won cups , allright i admit it all went pear shaped at the end but you cannot take that away from him
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secbastia, on 02 November 2010 - 11:52 PM, said:
thats a bold statement, when he arrived we had not long been beaten by Leeds 7-0 and the Doc had to go ( who won one league cup and sent everyone home when we were doing well oh and sold our two brilliant midfielders)he turned all this round and we won cups , allright i admit it all went pear shaped at the end but you cannot take that away from him
Tommy Docherty left Chelsea in October 1967, not because of results, but because of bullsh*t allegtions from the pre-season tour of Bermuda. He was banned from entering Stamford Bridge for a number of games, and after a row with the then chaiman Charles Pratt he chucked it in. Chelsea lost the following game 7-0 at Leeds, with Ron Suart in temporary charge.
The Doc was probably the best manager we've ever had. He brought through a stream of youngsters from the youth side including Ron Harris, Terry Venables, John Hollins, Peter Houseman, Peter Osgood & Johnny Boyle, plus signings Eddie McCreadie, Marvin Hinton & George Graham (later swapped for Tommy Baldwin).
The incident you're referring to regarding the sending home of players was at the end of the 64/65 season, when we lost at Burnely & Blackpool, not the Doc's finest moment I'll agree,
When Chelsea won the FA Cup in 1970, the team was Bonetti; Harris; McCreadie; Hollins; Dempsey; Webb; Baldwin; Cooke; Osgood; Hutchinson; Houseman, with Hinton as substitute. Sexton signed Webb, Dempsey & Hutchinson, the other eight players plus the sub were all Tommy Docherty's lads.
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I have met the Doc, lovely bloke and Chelsea is his first love. You forgot about Tony Hateley and the other sending home incident at Barcelona !
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BlueBeard, on 02 November 2010 - 06:56 PM, said:
Great post, ReggieBoy, thoroughly enjoyed that. I didn't start going to away games outside of London until about the 1971/1972 season, but the majority of the players you mentioned were still at the Bridge - great days!
I've lots of other memories of Chelsea in the Sixties and Seventies, and at my age I need to get them on paper before I forget them all together.
I didn't see Chelsea at the Bridge until 1966, but being a Midlands Blue saw lots of matches with school mates when Chelsea played at Forest, Villa, Leicester, West Brom and Stoke. They were all accessible in those days by bus or train. Plus, you just turned up with your two shillings on the day and walked in!!!!
That's one of the things that put's me off a little nowadays - the lack of spontaneity when you attend a match - everything has to pre-planned, pre-booked and premeditated! I understand the reason why, but I suppose I miss the opportunity of turning up at 2.30 and walking in to any match you pleased.
My next match report will be Chelsea v Leeds United FA Cup Semi-final at Villa Park, 1967.
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Posted 03 November 2010 - 09:03 AM
That's one of the things that put's me off a little nowadays - the lack of spontaneity when you attend a match - everything has to pre-planned, pre-booked and premeditated! I understand the reason why, but I suppose I miss the opportunity of turning up at 2.30 and walking in to any match you pleased.
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That's something I really miss, I used to love it when dad picked me up from football training in the morning and would ask if I fancied going over Chelsea. It's a real shame that can't happen now.
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That's something I really miss, I used to love it when dad picked me up from football training in the morning and would ask if I fancied going over Chelsea. It's a real shame that can't happen now.
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Chelsea v Leeds United - FA Cup Semi-final - Villa Park 29th April 1967.
The story begins three week before on a wet Sunday morning. Tickets for the match were to go on sale at 11 o’clock - simultaneously at the Bridge, Villa Park and Elland Road. I caught the first Midland Red bus to Aston Station and walked through the back streets to the ground.
I wouldn’t describe Aston as a millionaires’ playground at the moment, but in those days it was a sooty, rundown, sad district. Lots of houses were boarded up ready to be demolished to make way for Gravelly Hill Interchange (or, Spaghetti Junction for those who didn’t attended Grammar School!!!!!!)
The queue was around a hundred by the time I joined it at ten o’clock - by eleven there must have been a couple of thousand. Tickets were limited to two per person, but being near the front of the queue I was able to buy my initial two then re-join the queue and buy two more. Obviously in those days there were no ‘home’ or ‘away’ sections, a ticket was a ticket.
Come the day of the match the excitement was almost too much to bear. Again the transport to Villa Park was by Midland Red bus. Even though the journey time was longer than the train, it dropped you off pretty near to the ground, saving the need to get to and from New Street Station. Alan C, his brother Mick plus Bob Chit had the other three tickets - I didn’t even charge them a booking fee!!!!
This time Aston took on a totally different look. Lots of fans, programme sellers, hot dog vans and souvenir sellers made up the throng. The Holte End was already half full when we eventually got in. Younger fans just wouldn’t belive that Chelsea and Leeds fans stood together on the same piece of terracing!! I think the Holte accommodated around 18,000 fans in those days, I think the split was around 50-50 as I recall. A large group of Chelsea fans as gathered together at back of the terracing so we climbed up to join them. There was a fad at that time for Blues fans to take walking sticks to matches - there were hundreds at Villa Park that day. You would have though it was a recipe for disaster, but I cannot recall any trouble inside or outside the ground.
I must admit, the details of the match are a bit of a blur - the whole atmosphere was just overwhelming, 66,000 fans in a frenzy. Tony Hateley scored the match winner. I was never really a fan, but that day I chanted his name along with everyone else.
Leeds players went bananas towards the end. Having already had a goal disallowed they were awarded a free kick on the edge of the Blues penalty area. In the confusion of setting the wall, the ball was played to Peter Lorimer who ‘scored’ - only for the Ref to order the kick to be taken again because the Chelsea defenders were not, in his opinion, ten yards from the ball!!!! Chelsea played out the remaining minutes to win the match 1-0. We were in heaven - Chelsea in the Cup Final, fantastic.
Of course, the Final against Spurs didn’t go to plan a few weeks later, but that afternoon in north Birmingham was a s sweet as they come.
The story begins three week before on a wet Sunday morning. Tickets for the match were to go on sale at 11 o’clock - simultaneously at the Bridge, Villa Park and Elland Road. I caught the first Midland Red bus to Aston Station and walked through the back streets to the ground.
I wouldn’t describe Aston as a millionaires’ playground at the moment, but in those days it was a sooty, rundown, sad district. Lots of houses were boarded up ready to be demolished to make way for Gravelly Hill Interchange (or, Spaghetti Junction for those who didn’t attended Grammar School!!!!!!)
The queue was around a hundred by the time I joined it at ten o’clock - by eleven there must have been a couple of thousand. Tickets were limited to two per person, but being near the front of the queue I was able to buy my initial two then re-join the queue and buy two more. Obviously in those days there were no ‘home’ or ‘away’ sections, a ticket was a ticket.
Come the day of the match the excitement was almost too much to bear. Again the transport to Villa Park was by Midland Red bus. Even though the journey time was longer than the train, it dropped you off pretty near to the ground, saving the need to get to and from New Street Station. Alan C, his brother Mick plus Bob Chit had the other three tickets - I didn’t even charge them a booking fee!!!!
This time Aston took on a totally different look. Lots of fans, programme sellers, hot dog vans and souvenir sellers made up the throng. The Holte End was already half full when we eventually got in. Younger fans just wouldn’t belive that Chelsea and Leeds fans stood together on the same piece of terracing!! I think the Holte accommodated around 18,000 fans in those days, I think the split was around 50-50 as I recall. A large group of Chelsea fans as gathered together at back of the terracing so we climbed up to join them. There was a fad at that time for Blues fans to take walking sticks to matches - there were hundreds at Villa Park that day. You would have though it was a recipe for disaster, but I cannot recall any trouble inside or outside the ground.
I must admit, the details of the match are a bit of a blur - the whole atmosphere was just overwhelming, 66,000 fans in a frenzy. Tony Hateley scored the match winner. I was never really a fan, but that day I chanted his name along with everyone else.
Leeds players went bananas towards the end. Having already had a goal disallowed they were awarded a free kick on the edge of the Blues penalty area. In the confusion of setting the wall, the ball was played to Peter Lorimer who ‘scored’ - only for the Ref to order the kick to be taken again because the Chelsea defenders were not, in his opinion, ten yards from the ball!!!! Chelsea played out the remaining minutes to win the match 1-0. We were in heaven - Chelsea in the Cup Final, fantastic.
Of course, the Final against Spurs didn’t go to plan a few weeks later, but that afternoon in north Birmingham was a s sweet as they come.
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secbastia, on 03 November 2010 - 07:23 AM, said:
I have met the Doc, lovely bloke and Chelsea is his first love. You forgot about Tony Hateley and the other sending home incident at Barcelona !
Yeah, Tony Hateley wasn't exactly Doc's best ever signing, was he
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