Volk

One day i was getting ready for school when a letter came for me, that was the first time ever i'd remembered getting post, i opened the envelope & inside was two east stand lower gate 13 tickets from my dad, i couldnt believe it, my mum or dad hadnt said a word about it & there in my hands were two tickets.
I went to school excited i was always getting grief off the Liverpool supporting older kids even though i went to watch my team & they could hardly spell Liverpool let alone know where the place was.
I knew my dad was working on the flats between the Jolly Malsters pub & Fulham Broadway station, during his lunch break he'd gone to buy seat tickets as he was worried about going on the terrace, he then thought as an added surprise he'd post them to me, i'll never forget that.
The day of the game i went to work with him really early, we then went off to a cafe then on to the local army museum, while we were there my dad had a go at a small group of skinheads who were doing nazi salutes when they saw clips of Hitler come on a tv screen.
We then got a bus towards the ground, slowly moving along due to traffic we came to a standstill on the bridge by the Black Bull pub, overlooking the railway tracks behind the east stand we were shocked to see what looked like 100s of lads fighting on the actual tracks, we finally got to our seats.
The game started & i'd never seen or heard a crowd like it, we then score & the ground erupts, fighting breaks out on the north terrace just to our right, not long after Liverpool fans start lobbing bottles & coins over to our section, a bloke few rows along got hit by a bottle, my dad covers my head with his arms to protect me, few mins later a Liverpool fan was walking along the touch line with a st john ambulance man, with a cut on his head & blood dripping down the side of his face, with that a Chelsea down the front jumps over the boarding & punches the bloke in the face before jumping back to his seat, half time is getting near & the bottles ect carry on being thrown at us, my dad has had enough & could see i was sh*t scared so we left, we got home just in time to hear Colin Lee had scored a 2nd for us.
The next day me & an older mate were telling the other kids in our road all about the game & the trouble, my older mate had got on the pitch from the shed & seen on tv, he was branded a hero while i was branded a sh*tter lol!
One of the best & worst games of my Chelsea supporting life.

There was no trouble at the game. In attempting to blame Chelsea fans - and come on, how plausible is that that anyone would phone in threatening to tear down the walls? Answer is it's not. Neither is his claim that the "leader of the Shed" threatened to tear the ground apart if we lost any more feasible.
 
Brian Winston comes across as a lying bar steward who makes the right noises about concern for injured fans, but who was actually more concerned about falling foul of Health & Safety regulations and with getting a full return on the insurance.

We had thousands there that day, three sides of the ground all Chelsea, everyone was in a good mood, Hickey made us laugh and then the walls fell down in the first minute behind one goal and on the side after a near miss and the fans surged as was normal in those days. Of course we got the blame for kicking them down, pitch invasions, you even see it portrayed as violence in some of the hoolie videos on you tube.