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Being born in Charing Cross and spending my formative years in Clapham during the sixties I was surrounded by them. Every kid in my school except for me was Chelsea. Luckily for me my large Irish family had more sense. In those days my dad and uncles would trip over to Stamford Bridge to see a game if the R's were away. Fans didn't travel so much in those days. Saturday morning was part of the working week for most working class men.
Anyway, the two clubs were just not on each others radar in those days. My uncles had a lot Chelsea mates who would join them to watch Rangers an have a couple of pints after the game.
This all changed in the late sixties, I remember being 13 years old in th loft and my older brother chinning me becauase I was too loud and he was scared of the **** hoards who had invaded our ground. He is the only member of our big family who is not an R ( I like the Beatles so I'm going to support Liverpool) ****. I still love him but he got some of his own medicine in the back garden on the Sunday much to my mum's horror and my dad's amusement.
Up until then I quite liked those blues of Osgood, Tambling, Hudson et al including dear old Johnny Hollins.
This is when the glory hunters started to jump on the bandwagon. Wer'e Chelsea, wer'e hard and we've got more fans than you. Well, I have f###ing hated them ever since. how sweet it was to be sexier and better than them in the ensuing years of the seventies.
Ive got lots of mates who are lifelong Chelsea season ticket holders and to be fair to them they respect us and remember our great sides of the past but they also know I hate their club, what it stands for and all their johnny come latelys. The good thing is that the **** fans of now are slowly realising that we do hate them and always will. they know it's a derby now!
As for my dear old brother Dennis he somewhat redeemed himself a few years later by facing down a geezer called Tiny, who was top boy at Millwall, during a vacation in the Scrubs. I still love him, he is still a **** and now he tells everyone he's an R. Anyway keep an eye out for the Wellingborough R's there's lots of us up hers you know.
Anyway, the two clubs were just not on each others radar in those days. My uncles had a lot Chelsea mates who would join them to watch Rangers an have a couple of pints after the game.
This all changed in the late sixties, I remember being 13 years old in th loft and my older brother chinning me becauase I was too loud and he was scared of the **** hoards who had invaded our ground. He is the only member of our big family who is not an R ( I like the Beatles so I'm going to support Liverpool) ****. I still love him but he got some of his own medicine in the back garden on the Sunday much to my mum's horror and my dad's amusement.
Up until then I quite liked those blues of Osgood, Tambling, Hudson et al including dear old Johnny Hollins.
This is when the glory hunters started to jump on the bandwagon. Wer'e Chelsea, wer'e hard and we've got more fans than you. Well, I have f###ing hated them ever since. how sweet it was to be sexier and better than them in the ensuing years of the seventies.
Ive got lots of mates who are lifelong Chelsea season ticket holders and to be fair to them they respect us and remember our great sides of the past but they also know I hate their club, what it stands for and all their johnny come latelys. The good thing is that the **** fans of now are slowly realising that we do hate them and always will. they know it's a derby now!
As for my dear old brother Dennis he somewhat redeemed himself a few years later by facing down a geezer called Tiny, who was top boy at Millwall, during a vacation in the Scrubs. I still love him, he is still a **** and now he tells everyone he's an R. Anyway keep an eye out for the Wellingborough R's there's lots of us up hers you know.
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