westlondonnatural

Sorry if this came off as defensive. I've had some people give me sh*t about the decision since I told them and sometimes it feels like I have to push even harder to get some people to accept it.

Hi all,
Apologies for what might be a lengthy introduction - I'm prepared for hate, but please bear with me. Last Christmas, I had an epiphany. My wife turned to me and, out of the blue, asked 'Why don't you support Chelsea?'. You see, I'd been a Spurs fan for twenty-five years.
'You're from west London (proudly, I might add, born, raised, and living). You work in Chelsea; your dad worked in Chelsea. You've grown up around Kensington and Chelsea, Hammersmith and Fulham; we met and dated in and around Chelsea; you see Chelsea players out and about regularly; you know Chelsea inside and out. So why do you support Spurs?' (footnote one)
Well, the answer was that when I was a lad, they were good. Or at least they had (and had had) the players that I had been overawed by: Gazza, Lineker, Waddle, Hoddle, Ricky and Ozzie, Teddy Sheringham, Klinsmann. Suddenly, that didn't seem like a good enough answer anymore.
So there it was. What if I loved football but just picked the wrong team? Is it so bad to change, once I knew the right team?
Because Chelsea are the right team. I used to watch Spurs through my hands, even when we were a few goals up. I was always nervous, thinking they'd f**k it up. As soon as I started putting my weight behind Chelsea, that disappeared. The Blues have given me back my confidence as a fan. I believe in them. Even at the start of the season, I did (quietly) admire what Frank was doing with the team - even more so now. And, you know what? I think the team believes in me as well. Because those Chelsea streets are my streets. I was made there and I'm making it there.
If you want to tell me I'm a prick and to never show my face here again, I'll take it on the chin. But I know I belong here, so with that I say
Hello boys and girls. How are you today?
 
footnote one: I watched Spurs beat Chelsea in the 2009 League Cup final in a packed greasy spoon near Brompton Road, me the only Spurs fan, giving it all that to fifty Chelsea boys.
 

Go where your heart leads you my friend.
 
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Well that's certainly a unique backstory!