My very first Chelsea game was at Villa Park in 1959.
All my dad’s family were massive Villa fans (I had a great uncle, Billy Garraty, on my grandmother’s side of the family who had won a League and FA Cup winners medal with Villa at the beginning of the century).
I can remember standing in the Holte End with my dad and uncle Harry when it was all just a massive big open terrace, no roof. I seem to remember it was a pretty cold day (think it was January), when Chelsea out ran onto the pitch. I realize this sounds stupid in this day and age, but I thought the Royal Blue shirts and white shorts looked great - compared to Villa’s horrible claret and light blue.
Even though Chelsea lost the match, I can remember telling my dad on the way home that Chelsea were now MY team (he thought it was just a fad, but as the years passed by he realised that I was serious, something I don’t think he forgave me for to his grave!) I didn’t even know Chelsea was in London, but found out everything about them over the next couple of weeks.
Charles Buchan's Football Monthly was the football fans’ bible in the late fifties, early sixties - I’d cut out any photographs or articles on Chelsea, which at the time, were few and far between - mostly John Connelly, Albert Quixall and Ron Flowers. But, it didn’t matter, Chelsea were to be the only team for me over the next fifty years!
Looking back I think supporting Chelsea was definitely a lesson in character building! Having to defend yourself in the school yard against Man United kids certainly taught you how to look after yourself!