That Chelsea QPR - you don't have the studio interview do you? I remember Gerry Francis saying how bad we were. They picked our lay apart in the studio with various replays. Gerry saying "look, they don't try to get the ball behind us and make us turn". I think Gerry was the studio guest as I doubt they did this straight after the match.

Sorry mate, if there were any interviews the BBC made sure I didn't get it

Edited February 18, 201214 yr by Eddie Macs blue and white

Interesting

I can see how many visitors each match clip receives, what would you say was the most popular??

1969-70 FAC4

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ankiDBpPJRk

Edited March 8, 201214 yr by Eddie Macs blue and white

Interesting

I can see how many visitors each match clip receives, what would you say was the most popular??

Interesting

I can see how many visitors each match clip receives, what would you say was the most popular??

5th Place is shared between Liverpool 1981-82 FAC5 and West Ham 1977-78 on 59 viewings

4th Place Southampton FAC3 1976-77 with 65 viewings

3rd Place Hull City 1976-77 with 69 viewings

2nd Place W.B.A 1965-66 with 84 viewings

1st Place and undisputed Millwall in the Shed 1976-77 with a whopping 3,123 viewings

Thanks again for the games, especially Ossies hat-trick v Sunderland. Any chance too see F A Cup matches fromn 1969-70 season. Chelsea v Birmingham city and Crystal Palace away?

Some great games there again Eddie Mac,just not enough hours in the day to watch them all. Much prefer to watch these games than modern day football. Hearing all the old songs and the humour in some of them,i.e the Blackburn game and there is no Blackburn fans there and they score and the shed singing,"we're see you both outside.Gate 13 looking inpressive against Leeds in 82 and micky doing the ziggar zagger,he would have been in his element now watching these games.Talking about Gate 13 i get my years messed up,when did everyone start going in there and when did it become the family enclosure,and i was having a friendly row the other day when i said there was a time you could drink right though the game in the bar underneath and a friend insisted you cound'nt,was i right?.I don't know about the football being better but i love the way you could get stuck in in those days rather than some of the pussies of today,in the palace clip in 69 and the goalmouth scamble,Mel blyth the palace number 5 does Dave webb with a headbutt from behind and ossie goes after him trying to run his studs down his leg and headbutt him back,and i might be wrong but i don't think anyone was sent off.Another thing i liked about the old days was the expectation of how many chelsea would be at a away ground,3,000, 5'000, 7,000 nowadays you know exactly how many cause you have to buy so far in advance what spoils it again for me,bring back pay on the day ha ha.And Garry the bloke standing behind Cathy in your picture is called Giles,dont know his second name but cathy knows him quite well i think.Thanks again for the great memories,and sorry for the bold writing i will sort it for my next message.Wondered if there is any footage of Derby at the Baseball ground in 73 and the battle on the pitch

Edited February 19, 201214 yr by cfc kingy

1969-70

FAC5

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KtnYJImGPFU

Edited March 7, 201214 yr by Eddie Macs blue and white

1983-84 Champion, Champions, Champions

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rV8GHg4G4qQ

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x5PKMaRUJ0I

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gdr1ZFg9nKM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e71LPltwXto

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s4f3XjgrNp4

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xET5Q3vKQgM

Edited February 19, 201214 yr by Eddie Macs blue and white

1979-80

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I-2UYCkogt4

.Wondered if there is any footage of Derby at the Baseball ground in 73 and the battle on the pitch

I only have the goals from that game at Derby 1973, you would do well to see the pitch battle again, as I am sure it was deleted..............................BUT I could be wrong

1972-73 FAC4

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACtb_LgshtQ

Versus Oldham, when Motson says Chelsea have had to increase admission prices and it now costs £3 to stand on the terracing. That nearly made me cry.

Also, that is a game I have on a VHS tape but I haven't seen it in years. It was wonderful to hear Motson describe Nevin's dribble as "the classic Scottish dribble and pullback". I've never understood why the 'Cryuff turn' has got all the attention.

Trevor Wymark and Kevin Beatie! - Opponents we played all had their stars.

Chelsea playing in red at home? One wonders why.

My theroy; Ipswich won the toss to play in "home colours". I believe shirt colour was tossed for in the cup, Chelsea turned out in their reserve kit (as they should) - but there was a protest from the TV team because in black & white the teams looked too indentical. (Chelsea red shirts, white shorts, Ipswich blue shirts, white shorts). Chelsea had not won the toss to play in their home colours. So to resolve the issue Ipswich elected to play in their reserve kit as well.

That's great. There is no way that would happen today. I remember going to Coventry in the 90's and we played in their away shirts but our own shorts. Can't recall why now though but probably a case of a colour clash between our kit and theirs.

Funny all that talk about Leicester away on here this week. Let's hope its not a midlands derby.

With hindsight I think that photo is a bit disappointing, we were shortly due to play in our first FA Cup final since 1970 and the place isn't even full. It was a good game though. There was great banter on the train from Earls Court with the Sheff Utd fans who as I said earlier were all in fancy dress as Arabs and there were hundreds of them in the East Upper. Before the game they were the favourites to stay up and taking an early lead put them in a pretty good position but results elsewhere were going against them although they were still safe.........until Mark Stein scored in the last minute to make it 3-2 and down they went!! Onto the pitch and then the winding up began.

We'd played them last game of the season away the year before and our support up that day was magnificent at the end of a terrible season with David Webb just about keeping us up. Ten minutes to go and everyone was making there way to the front to get on the pitch for the inevitable pitch invasion and I'm sure Sheffield were preparing for the same, but the OB could see what was going to happen and prevented what could have been a right bloodbath.

That was the game David Webb came on the pitch wearing a flat cap as loads of Chelsea went up their wearing flat caps for fancy dress and taking the piss

Anyone got the ITN news clip when our fans returned from Brasil in June 1984?

As Chelsea were the best supported club who never played in Europe throughout the 70's and 80's Chelsea fans made up the backbone of the England national team support abroad.

Twice our fans made a name for themselves. Fans of other London teams used to argue about who took more to England away games. In Oslo, Norway v England Wordl Cup qualifier 1981, the Norwegian flag behind the goal was lowered during the match. The TV camera focused on this. 2 minutes later, pan back to flag pole, England Union Jack being raised, group of Chelsea underneath singing God Save the Queen, the wind catches the flag, it opens to reveal CHELSEA along its middle. We won all arguments that day.

The second time was when our fans refused to recognise John Barnes goal against Brasil. I think they called him a monkey on the flight home. They were interviewed by BBC and ITN on return. When asked how the trip was our Terry Last said in unplain Cockney that 'it was lovely, we had swim in the cocoabana and a trip up the amazon", So funny. I'd love to see that clip again.

West Ham ICF

Part 1

Part2

At the end of Part 2 you can see how West Ham decide to go over over from Upton Park to Shakes early morning to surprise and ambush Chelsea. (Shakes at Victoria was the Chelsea meeting place when going to certain games). In one of the most brilliant moves of the day Chelsea had decided, for once, to take the fight to the enemy. Chelsea had met up at stupid o'clock and gone to West Ham. On this documentary you can see - at the end of part 2 - how West Ham realise at Mile End that Chelsea have outwitted them.

Parts 3-5 are missing from youtube.

(Update FOUND)

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Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

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Part 6

Continuing to part 3 you can see how - in a state of shock and disbelief - reality did not set in and West Ham continued their journey to Victoria. They are then heard bemoaning the fact that "Chelsea boys didn't wanna know" and how they were "giving it large om Chelsea's manor" with no Chelsea defence. Meanwhile totally off-camera and a few miles to the east Chelsea firms from Kent, the Northern and Southern home counties were converging on a pre-arranged meeting place where they meet the boys West Ham had seen at Mile End. What followed was Chelsea walking around West Ham taking it pub by pub. In the hooligan wars of the late 70's and early 80's it was the most brilliant tactical move coming after years of no-show at West Ham. In fact that no-show went one step beyond in 1979. Read on for that. A final comment on the West Ham version above. They were run by Chelsea. And note how they think "Victoria" is Chelsea. It was just one of many meeting places but just where did they think the Chelsea they met at Mile end where when they themselves (West Ham) were swanning it around Victoria.

The story of 79!

In 1979 I went to Upton Park for the first time. During the end of the 78-79 season when relegation was certain there was much talk among Chelsea fans of going to West Ham in 79-80. (They were already in the Div II). Chelsea boys on the away specials presented it as "like going to Loftus Road". Evidently West Ham were a poorly supported team with very few home fans when they played against Chelsea and the West Ham mob always chickened out. I was told how we had swamped their ground year after year with all four sides of the ground a mass of blue and white. As luck or fate would have it the first away of the season was against West Ham. Monday 20th August, I had just turned 18. I had the week off work as we were to have a four days in Bournemouth on a family break. Family now having to plan holiday around football matches. So I left home in the afternoon with a blue and white scarf on and a big smile on my face. Chelsea's show at QPR had been quite something and I was looking forward to a good game of football and the chance to soak up the atmosphere of Chelsea on four sides of the ground.

In those days West Ham had stars like goalkeeper Phil Parkes, Frank Lampard, Billy Bonds, Trevor Brooking and Alan Devonshire. Note that Frank Lampard was plain Frank Lampard in those days, not being referred to as Frank Lampard (Snr) until his son turned professional. I knew it would be interesting to see how Chelsea would fair up against the bookies' Div II champion favourites. Note also by a strange historical quirk of fate we had opened the season against Sunderland at the Bridge on the Saturday. In that match and at 0-0 in the last minute a Chelsea header was goal-bound - Tommy Langley lunged at it to make sure, but Langley's out-stretched foot missed the ball that then hit the post and bounced out and past Langley who could stretch no more. Had he stood his ground the rebound would have given him an easy tap in. The game finished 0-0 and the consequences of this last minute chance 89 minutes in to the new season would ultimately cost us promotion. With the benefit of hindsight the season over before it had begun. I will come back to the significance of our first two games being Sunderland and West Ham.

So back to that Monday night, my last few hours of innocence and blissful ignorance. If you like I was leaving home as a child for the last time in my life. I recall the happiness of catching a late afternoon train up town. Commuters poured off arriving trains as I waited on Platform 3, London bound on a Monday afternoon. Further up the platform beautiful young ladies in summer dresses, a lovely high summer's afternoon was drawing to a close.

This was to be my (and Chelsea's) first away since that last game in Div I when we had got a 1-1 draw at Old Trafford a few days after they lost the 1979 cup final to Arsenal. I had left school for a job in the city and started a 185 consecutive home and away league game run during the 78-79 season. My away record that season was 2 draws, 9 defeats and zero wins. I knew that tonight would be a night of reckoning but with such great support we would have a chance and that I could well be on my way to seeing Chelsea win away for the first time since Crystal Palace in 71. (I did pick my games!). A couple of weeks before this we had sold Ray Wilkins to Man Utd for £800 000 at the end of the close season. There had been much speculation that he might stay but we needed the cash and could not really stand in the way of Butch's need for Div I football. How would we fare without our club captain and star player of the previous six years? I was full of anticipation. I changed at New Cross onto the old "Metropolitan Line East London Section", purple with a white stripe down the middle on the tube maps of the day. Although part of London Underground it was operated by overground trains. From New Cross the route went Surrey Docks (now Surrey Quays), Rotherhithe, Wapping, Shadwell and Whitechapel. (There was also a branch from Surrey Docks that went to New Cross Gate. Somewhere around Shadwell I noticed a few young West Ham fans actually daring to wear scarves when they were set for the Chelsea invasion, didn't they know? As these lads were 11-12 I thought I'd better warn them so I approached them and told them they'd better put their scarves away before they got to West Ham. The mouthy little jack-the-lads responded with a barrage of profanities. I returned to my seat satisfied that I had done what I could and that if these cocky little street urchins became proverbial lambs to the slaughter later that evening then so-be-it.

Changing at Whitechapel on to the District Line and Stepney Green, Mile End, Bow Road, Bromley-by-Bow, West Ham, Plaistow and finally Upton Park. I had began to notice a few more West Ham scarves. Worryingly at Upton Park I realised I was the only one in a Chelsea scarf. I had arrived well early but I was now in a sea of claret and blue with no Royal Blue around. I was amazed by how many visible West Ham fans there were. I thought maybe Chelsea had taken over the local pubs. I put my head round the door of the first pub I found. First stares, then shock and surprise as I froze to the spot like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car. The entire pub was West Ham, an object thrown in my direction, which was anything from a beer-mat to a bottle or a hand-grenade triggered my evasive reaction as I backed out of the pub. I didn't know it then but I had stumbled into West Ham's main boozer - in a Chelsea scarf. Outside the pub I was cornered by four policemen. As West Ham poured out of the pub thinking Chelsea had turned up to front them the police called in horses. A scuffle broke out between West Ham and the police. I was led away and marched by 2 policeman, surrounded by four police horses. They led me up to the ground, my own private escort. Inside the ground the entrance to the Chelsea section was on the other-side of the turnstiles. I was met by another policeman and the Chelsea section was further guarded by 2 policeman who were there to stop West Ham fans from entering. They remarked about my scarf and said they could see I was Chelsea. As I came into the away terrace I finally realised the Chelsea talk on the away specials was all front. I was dismayed, our mob had taken the Holte at Aston Villa in one of the last games of 78-79. So where were they now?

I wondered why there were so few Chelsea. Just maybe, maybe our mob were about to turn up in their end and run it? Fat chance. In a crowd of 31,627 there were less than 70 of us huddled together in that corner section. Missiles and chants of hatred were constantly aimed at us. Before the teams came out four West Ham firms had tried to get into our section, from the seats, from the fence, and two mobs who had cut across the pitch. A caldron of fire and hate. Police officers going down in scores under the missiles as they stood bravely repelling all invaders. Their job was to see to it that as many as possible of us would be leaving East London alive. West Ham constantly trying to force their way over the fence. Lines of London's finest in uniform standing their lines, truncheons drawn and being readily used as more and more West Ham appeared on the fence. More police piling in. And the game had not even started! For the only time in my life I wanted Chelsea to lose. But Chelsea do what Chelsea want. As the game got under way our defence were "backs to the wall". Several West Ham corners in the first few minutes led me to believe nothing had changed from the previous season. We'd gone down 7-2 at Boro, 6-0 at Forest and 5-2 at Arsenal. In the 6th minute a Chelsea break, Clive Walker was through on goal, a low hard shot, saved by Phil Parkes, I was elated, he had perhaps just saved my life, the last thing we need now is a Chelsea goal, GOAL! - Parkes had only parried the shot and an energetic Gary Johnson had lashed onto the free ball and cracked it into the back of the net. Silence. Total silence and shock in the ground. Then led by yours truly 70 Chelsea fans leapt for joy in an oasis of elation in the corner. It started raining, coins, 10p coins filed down with sharpened edges gouging themselves into the heads and faces of some of my fellow Chelsea fans. Chelsea the brave. More police and this time they start battering West Ham fans in the seats where the coins had come from.

From then on I didn't care. I stood at the front waving my Chelsea scarf. West Ham outplayed us. We had rare excursions into their half. However our defence stood tall. Petar Borota played the game of his life tipping shot after shot over the bar. On the four or five occasions he was beaten a Chelsea player miraculously cleared the ball off the line. West Ham hit the woodwork seven times. They had 29 corners to our zero. We had two shots on goal, as previously described, Walker's shot and Johnson's goal. Towards the end of the game West Ham piled on the pressure. But we stood firm. Final whistle, a one-nil victory.

Never wanting to be ashamed to be a Chelsea fan but I did something for the first time in my life. I hid my scarf. I had a blue jacket/top on and managed to fold up the collar with my scarf tucked inside. Some time after the game the police led us out of the stadium. Other Chelsea fans managed to drift away in the dark into the crowd. So by the time we got up towards the underground station I was alone. A lot of fans were massed outside the tube station so I decided to wait a while whilst the crowds died down. I stood on the junction of the main road - Green Street - and a small side street with a famous name - King's Road, (Newham).

You can see the junction here.

http://g.co/maps/khtwg

A few minutes later I was approached by a lad about my age. He whispered "You Chelsea?". I said "You first", he nodded. I asked if it was wise to wait here. He said there was a short-cut to East Ham underground and it should be easier to get on the tube there. We walked down this side street, the King's Road of East London. I was happy, we had won, I had found a friend and I'd soon be home and I'd be spending a few days down on the seaside with my parents and younger brother and sister. I chatted away to this fellow Chelsea fan. I pulled back my collar and showed him my scarf. I asked if he had been at Forest when we'd stood in the pouring rain and cheered our team all evening despite going down 6-0. I reminded him how Chairman Brian Mears had thanked us for our fantastic support via the electronic scoreboard at the following home game against Derby. He didn't seem to recall this but I failed to smell a rat. There would still have been time for me to turn and leg it. We continued our chat until we reached the end of this road. The road forked and we went to the left.

Just as we reached this point

http://g.co/maps/jrhkr

Everything changed. He grabbed my collar and said "Give us your scarf". I still failed to understand. I didn't know why a fellow Chelsea fan wanted my scarf. A million thoughts. Did he mean it was dangerous to wear one? Did he think I was a West Ham fan pretending to be Chelsea. A shout went up behind him. He turned to four guys who had appeared from nowhere and said "John! Another one, he's a Chelsea". As "John" ran over I still failed to get it, why would he be telling a guy called John out loud that we were Chelsea fans. My new Chelsea friend then kicked me between my legs, John and his mates thumped and kicked me. I only felt the first blow. I began to cry like a baby. I was kicked and punched for what seemed like a few minutes but was probably not as long. I sniffled and cried and screamed out for mercy. Was this it? Was I to be stabbed in a lonely side-street and left to die just a month after my 18th birthday? Of course by now I realised that my new Chelsea friend had deceived me, he was in fact a West Ham fan. If his mates just happened to be there or if it was his tactic to con people into following him to be ambushed I know not. All I know is that I was hurting. Suddenly it was over. As quickly as it had begun. They hadn't even taken my scarf. I was badly bruised and had injuries to my legs, I had internal injuries to my ribs and stomach. I had offered no resistance, perhaps that is why I was not killed or cut. I had a blow to back of the head. However, I had instinctively protected my face as I fell and I had not a visible cut on me. I staggered back to the main street and found a policeman. In tears I told him what had happened. He then offered to try and find them. He took me back down the side street. It was not a complete dead-end as I had thought. There was a railway bridge over and it was indeed a way to East Ham train station. He said the chances that they were still around were slim. Even to this day 33 years later I'd remember what my "friend" looked like. The policeman led me across the footbridge and we walked around for a bit but we saw no gangs lurking around. I was shown to East Ham underground. I phoned home. I had intended to say what had happened, but fear of mum stopping me from going led to me just saying it had been a great game and I was on my way home. I kept it all bottled up inside me for years, never telling a soul.

During the Bournemouth trip I covered up all my bruises. I couldn't join my family on the beach in trunks or shorts despite the warm weather. I wore long sleeves and jeans for the entire break. Most of my time was spent in the penny arcades. (Do we still call them that? Long since it cost a penny).

The experience left me with a hatred of West Ham and everything to do with the club, its supporters and its team. I have never had a mate who supported West Ham. If the West Ham team had been killed in a plane crash I would have laughed and cheered. If a bus load of West Ham fans had gone over a cliff top I'd have thrown a party. During the early 80's I used to dream about winning millions. I'd have paid mercenaries to fly attack helicopters into Upton Park during a game and machine gun their fans. I wanted every one of them dead. Every man, every woman and every child no matter how old. Giving the chance I would have gladly turned on the gas if we could have rounded up their fans into gas chambers. I wanted a world void of West Ham and West Ham fans: the ultimate and successful genocide of every West Ham fan. Such became my hatred. It has more to do with the way I was tricked than the actual beating I sustained.

To touch again on the irony of Chelsea's first two games being against Sunderland and West Ham: Two days after West Ham won the cup that season they had one fixture left; away to Sunderland. A West Ham victory would give Chelsea promotion. I was the ONLY Chelsea fan who went to Roker Park that night. I just didn't want to be subjected to scarce radio reports. I had to see it for myself. Sunderland won 2-0 and Chelsea finished fourth.

As for my fellow Chelsea fans who were inconspicuous at Upton Park that night: wänkers! I know many of you sneaked into the ground and watched from the seats and were unable/unwilling to cheer our goal and subsequent victory. Judging by the conversations I have had over the years about 3000 Chelsea would have been there that night. They just didn't want to show it at the time.

As for the Chelsea who informed me a 70's trip to West Ham was like a 70's trip to QPR - bullshîtters, you could have got me killed!

Do I still hold a grudge against West Ham? Probably. Would I still be happy if the West Ham team were killed in a plane crash? Don't think so. Would I like it if I heard a bus load of West Ham had gone off a cliff top? Affirmative.

Update: Found parts 3, 4 and 5.

I will re-edit this and slot them in where they belong.

Edited February 20, 201214 yr by GarryJones

Wow tons to catch up on I see.

Garry the picture you put up on a earlier thread was taken in the 1972 season,first game of the season v Leeds which we won 4-0,it was also the first season without the east stand i think.I was at the game with my uncle and all the kids were at the front where you can see me long hair and dodgy fashion clothes.I have this match on dvd some-where will try and dig it out.One of the reason the flimsy fences went up was because of this game and the kids kept invading the pitch.I was 12 and love this picture.

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cfc kingy

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Edds

Chelsea 4 Leeds 0

Date: Saturday, 12th August 1972

Competition: Football League Division 1 Position 1

Venue: Stamford Bridge

Attendance: 51,102

Referee: Tom H Reynolds (Swansea)

Chelsea 1 Peter Bonetti, 2 Ron Harris, 3 Eddie McCreadie, 4 John Hollins, 5 John Dempsey, 6 David Webb, 7 Chris Garland, 8 Steve Kember, 9 Peter Osgood, 10 Alan Hudson, 11 Charlie Cooke

Scorers Osgood 46, Cooke 59, Garland 68, Garland 85

Booked Kember

Sub Not Used Houseman

Manager Dave Sexton

Leeds United Harvey, Reaney, Cherry, Bremner, Ellam, Madeley, Lorimer, Bates, Jones (Yorath 24), Giles, Gray

Booked Cherry 50, Yorath 71

Manager Don Revie

Just look at that Chelsea team! An all-time classic line-up. If you did your Chelsea 11 of all time, at least NINE of those players would be in it. Possibly Zola for Garland and John Terry for John Dempsey but no room for Dixon, Speedie, Lampard, Vialli, Nevin or Wilkins. And remember this is a team without Hutch (who I would put in the 11 for Kember).

However we had the East Stand for 72-73 didn't we? Or have I got my dates mixed up?

And a 50+ crowd. Those were the days.

Btw: You remember what happened in the game?

As you will note Leeds were without Clarke and Hunter (both suspended).

In the 24th minute Mick Jones went off with a twisted ankle and was replaced by Terry Yorath. While Jones was hobbling off Leeds goalkeeper David Harvey collasped with concusion and had to be carried off on a stretcher. (Harvey had been injured after 10 minutes but had soldiered on until the pain got too much). Peter Lorimer had to grab the green jersey off of Harvey. Lorimer played well saving many shots until just after the break.

PS I zommed in.

Edited February 20, 201214 yr by GarryJones

Chelsea 4 Leeds 0

Date: Saturday, 12th August 1972

Competition: Football League Division 1 Position 1

Venue: Stamford Bridge

Attendance: 51,102

Referee: Tom H Reynolds (Swansea)

Chelsea 1 Peter Bonetti, 2 Ron Harris, 3 Eddie McCreadie, 4 John Hollins, 5 John Dempsey, 6 David Webb, 7 Chris Garland, 8 Steve Kember, 9 Peter Osgood, 10 Alan Hudson, 11 Charlie Cooke

Scorers Osgood 46, Cooke 59, Garland 68, Garland 85

Booked Kember

Sub Not Used Houseman

Manager Dave Sexton

Leeds United Harvey, Reaney, Cherry, Bremner, Ellam, Madeley, Lorimer, Bates, Jones (Yorath 24), Giles, Gray

Booked Cherry 50, Yorath 71

Manager Don Revie

Just look at that Chelsea team! An all-time classic line-up. If you did your Chelsea 11 of all time, at least NINE of those players would be in it. Possibly Zola for Garland and John Terry for John Dempsey but no room for Dixon, Speedie, Lampard, Vialli, Nevin or Wilkins. And remember this is a team without Hutch (who I would put in the 11 for Kember).

However we had the East Stand for 72-73 didn't we? Or have I got my dates mixed up?

And a 50+ crowd. Those were the days.

Btw: You remember what happened in the game?

As you will note Leeds were without Clarke and Hunter (both suspended).

In the 24th minute Mick Jones went off with a twisted ankle and was replaced by Terry Yorath. While Jones was hobbling off Leeds goalkeeper David Harvey collasped with concusion and had to be carried off on a stretcher. (Harvey had been injured after 10 minutes but had soldiered on until the pain got too much). Peter Lorimer had to grab the green jersey off of Harvey. Lorimer played well saving many shots until just after the break.

PS I zommed in.

I remember this one so well because it's the only home game I missed that season. Had to go on holiday to Camber Sands on the morning of the match and sulked all day as any self respecting 12 year old would. To top off a miserable week I had a severe asthma/bronchitis attack at the start of the week and had to spend most of the holiday in bed having regular injections to keep me breathing. Invigorating sea air? Bunch of salty arse.

1971-72