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Chelsea v Liverpool 1991 Wise scores from the penalty spot

Your going to win f*ck all, your going to win f*ck all, now your going to believe us, now you going to believe us,now you going to believe us, your going to win f*ck all. aimed at the scousers when we beat em 4-2 at the bridge, their attempted league title win dreams ends in tatters 90-91season.

Malcolm, malcolm shut your mouth, malcolm shut your mouth. aimed at malcolm allison palace manager

Chopper Harris for me. Chopper and JT at the back would make the opposition run away :)

When I was a kid I used to sit in the West Stand with My dad, When I was older I used to stand in the Whitewall, Whitewall The Whitewall of the shed.

My First Chelsea match was the home game against Norwich City in the Anglo Scottish Cup August 1975, and I still got the matchday programme.

I was at that game, very hot day,The shed was packed to the rafters, I stood in the west side of the shed right at the back, there was a bloke with a spiders web tattoo all over his face jumping about when chelsea were going forward. The atmosphere in the shed end was very tense and when the game progressed the pressure was brewing to maximum boiling point, jukebox Durie relieved the pressure a bit, but as time went on the shed was bursting at the seams and fans were climbing over the fenced off part of the shed end where the shed T-bar was, waiting to take the pitch. When the final whistle went, the shed just erupted and a massed rank of fans took the pitch, I seem to remember mounted police tried to push back the fans from the halfway line back to the shed end, and then there were more fans from the shed joined them and they all decided to take on the mounted police and then take the old north terrace where the middlesborough fans were and started to chuck missiles at the boro fans. Wasn't a great season of football, team was a bit lightweight had some poor players like Dave Mitchell, Roy Wegerle and Roger Freestone, I remember the Arsenal away match, I didn't see Nevin's goal as the crowd surged forward in the clock end,everyone around us got crushed. The match was that bad that the fans around us tried to make a bit of space on the terrace to start a bonfire,fans were burning newspapers and matchday programmes and set off a firework rocket, this match was in November '87. The following season, the first few home games the atmosphere was dead as the terraces were closed due to the play off final display.